Closing my eyes I could have been at Lords, the gentle chime of a church bell, good natured clapping, and the whack of bat on ball. But with eyes wide…
They say “it’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good” and while much of Tenerife broiled in the excessive calima heat … the wind catchers of El Médano pumped up their kites and took to their boards.
So there I was, surrounded by over 20 hefty blokes wielding baseball bats. But I was in good company, these diamond geezers were sporting heroes from Puerto de la Cruz.…
It would take more than an invading armada to distract the Los Hermanos Petanque Club from their afternoon’s sport in Los Cristianos. Sir Francis Drake refused to desert his bowls at Plymouth Hoe, and he was threatened by the Spanish fleet […]
Tyres screeching, engines throbbing and 96 souped-up rally cars burning up the east coast of Tenerife. It must be the 35th annual rally. The dockside slip road has been converted…
What do you do when a gigantic wave, rearing to a height that would have cruise liner captains thinking about the Poseidon movie and wishing they’d opted for another career, is rushing toward you […]