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Hostels and Hotels in Warrington
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Altrincham, Frodsham, Knutsford, Lymm, Newton-Le-Willows, Runcorn, St Helens, Warrington, Widnes, Warrington
For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.
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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.
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The marina of Puerto Colon has often been called Tenerife’s secret, though how multi-million pounds worth of flashy steel and sail, the majority skippered by a bunch of raucous nouveau riche, can remain a secret is anybody’s guess. Tenerife’s yacht-erati shared their berth with an array of excursion boats, varying in size and comfort from the latest catamaran to converted fishing boats with more on-board animals than Noah’s floating menagerie. There were bright yellow glass-bottom boats, fiery red speedboats, replica schooners and a dozen or so serious ocean-going yachts. The rattling and chinking of masts brought forth similar feelings that I had about airports. This was a port of fantasy. From here, lifetime adventures would begin, culminating in a step ashore on any exotic coastline that took the fancy. Frank was about to enlighten Joy and me about the mysteries of the fishing world, which we had previously thought of as a sad, sullen population of loners who would much rather sit in the rain staring at ripples than join the real world.
Altrincham, Frodsham, Knutsford, Lymm, Newton-Le-Willows, Runcorn, St Helens, Warrington, Widnes, Warrington
We marched in unison up two short steps of stairs and around the block to Siobhan’s apartment. I motioned to the others to stay at the bottom while I quietly climbed the stairs leading up to Siobhan’s door. After checking that there were no signs of life within, I called the others up. Terry was first. He scaled the twenty or so stairs in just four bounds. In one swift motion he pulled a portable drill out of the holdall and dropped the bag on the floor. Barry and Wayne were keeping watch either way at the bottom of the stairs. All clear?’ I hissed. Just as they both gave the thumbs up my mobile rang. It was Joy. She’d gone to the top of Cardiac Hill to keep watch on the road. I put my hand on Terry’s arm to halt him.
School term was about to start in the UK, which meant our first summer was nearing an end. It had been a hard slog for all of us. Nearly four months of performing was beginning to take its toll. It was like being on stage all day, every day. Joy had always wanted to be an actress, but even the busiest stars weren’t expected to keep in character day in, day out for such a lengthy period. There’s something wrong with the figures again,’ she snapped one morning. Michelle and Gary had been working the previous night and Joy had totalled up all the bills that were outstanding. We had left the bar at 10.30 with four tables still eating and a further two still to settle up. Added to that there was a good crowd of drinkers in full flow. ‘The till’s down,’ she announced. This wasn’t particularly unusual as none of us knew how to cancel or correct errors on the till. Are you sure? Have you double checked it?’ I said innocently. Do you think I can’t count?’ she shouted. ‘It’s down! I’ve been through it twice and it’s definitely down. Even if everybody paid the bills that were left and the bar emptied straight away, there should be more money in the till.’