A LESBIAN PLACE IN THE SUN
“Right now I’m weighing up throwing caution to the wind with the very real fact that we’re at the top of a mountain amid a monster electrical storm, about to take a dip in an outdoor swimming pool.”
Kendra, a cropped-haired, straighttalking lass from Nottingham is watching a French lady swim the length of the pool whilst chatting to a Belgian woman and me. It’s midnight, we’ve had a few local beers and the storm we’ve heard roll its way up the Andalusian hills has finally erupted over us. Thunder rumbles around the Spanish valley, lightning flashes intermittently and rain lashes furiously against the sun furniture scattered around the poolside. What better time for a quick swim?