La Terca Negra

Back into the ice cream shop. La Terca Negra por favor . Outside the drums have awoken, dark, brooding, tribal. The Dimonis march off to elsewhere, breathing room. A dark beer for white clad demons. A touch thin, for all that treacle. At home, it would be a fire and baffies…

La Terca Rubia

The main plaça, bangers going off left, right and centre. Small ones, big ones, huge ones, nerves fraying, children crying. Into the ice cream shop, they sell local craft beer . Two bottles of the blue one with the donkey , London murky in Mallorca. One doesn’t taste right…