Having suffered weeks of watching the "Finglish" (F-ing English) devour god awful towers of hotel imitation English breakfasts in Spain, I was still able to thoroughly enjoy the one artery-clogging tradition that we've embraced in England - the sunday fry-up.

So I'm back, unpacked, accepted the inevitable welcome-back cold (both the illness, and the weather) and now it's time for some photos.

In order of appearance,

• One special morning when the red sun caught the mountains, hotel Melia, Benidorm
• Tagging the Police motorbike :)
• Some scenes from La Nucia, where we rehearsed every day. The beautiful town that I took photos of every day, and having lunch
• New Years Eve. Dinner then dancing in the square (we were live on TV!)
• View of Benidorm beach from the old city, scenes from our nightly haunt "The London Pub"
• The town again, rehearsing with Alina and "in the back of the bus, the back of the bus"
• Coats on the beach in winter.. and travelling in style to the Netherlands
• Our band photo and our "free day" in Drachten ("we're going for a walk, we're going for a walk, to find.. some civilisation")
• We all saw the sunrise in Drachten beacuse we left so bloody early! But it was nice
• In Den Haag - Carla is a monument in our room, the Orchestra plays Bolero at the Kurhaus while a Dervish dancer spins in the corner, Ice skating with Marijana
• We've learned to sleep the second we sit down on transport, hanging out in Berlin for a few hours, back on the road again
• Back in sunny Spain enjoying good food and company, my Spanish family with Benidorm behind them
• Marijana conducting the fountains and people at dinner post our concert in Valencia
• Being crazy after the final concert. Fantastic flutes! Maestro and I, the last night in the London Pub