By night, Ibiza is a delight, but don't spend every day there

Last night, I went for a full-moon walk on this largely idyllic isle of Ibiza. It was with a group of 11 (or 12, counting a happy two-year old in a baby rucksack) led by a woman of impressive knowledge and fluency in English, Spanish, and Catalan, writes Damien Enright.

I’m not usually a night-walker, or group walker, or indeed a ‘walker’ at all. I find that self-described ‘walkers’ tend to be route marchers. They perambulate for exercise and fresh air. They see the countryside in passing. They have no time “to stop and stare” and might as well be on a treadmill in a gym.