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it's around now that boaters find themselves carted off to some distant non-boaty place to "make up for" the boating during the rest of the year. I found myself booked into a weekend in seville, which is an ok place. Tiny streets and orange trees in abundance. You clatter around on a horse and cart, and then look round the cathedral, and the museum of fine art, and then loiter around bars having tapas. There's a bullfight every day in April, then every weekend in may and june, but none in july and august. The most expensive season ticket costs nearly 3000 euros. The Alphonse is the best hotel, but not as super-central as the dona maria whose terrace is the place to be for an afternoon drink with fab view. I daren't ever look at estate agents in spain as the kids make comments along the lines of "Plice in Spine!" in a mocking chav-like essex accent. Mind you, they started the orange-hurling fight, not me, although I did gettem back with a couple of decent head shots in the park.