Wet, wet, wet but still singing in Canaries

IT ISN’T all blue skies in the Canary Islands.

Last week, we had torrential rain a dozen times in 24 hours and once got caught out in it.

With our three-year-old grandson snug inside a hooded pushchair, his grandparents sprinted along pavements, suddenly an inch deep in water, holding cardboard boxes over their heads while he called “Faster, faster!” clearly having a wonderful time. After he’d enjoyed a half-mile of high-speed high-jinks, the rain suddenly stopped, the cardboard boxes were discarded, and sun and grandson came out to play.