Later in the week we went for a four hour walk over a mountain or two looking out for the wild Mallorquin Goats.
I think we wore him out.
Just outside Arta in the National Park we met this chap and his horse. Rather than being off for a jaunt he was carrying his own plough to a small field nearby.
I kept up my running by tackling the steps at Pollensa every other morning. They are very steep and there's a lot of them!
