After last nights revelry, a run along the foreshore was mandatory. After a sleep in, of course. I turned left at La Concha beach, while Rachael headed right towards Playa de Zurriola, which is the surf beach across the river. The beaches are spectacular, overlooked by imperial hotels and apartments, all very French Riviera like, combined with beachside pavilions housing bars, restaurants and the best positioned gym in Spain. Sunday morning saw the promenades packed with people walking or running off the previous nights indulgence! La Concha is by far the larger, sweeping around a small bay with the Isle Santa Clara plonked in the middle. Plenty of yachts complete the scene of relaxed opulence, bobbing on the gentle swell drifting in from the Bay of Biscayne. Forty minutes later we meet back at the start…and our day commences. With breakfast! At another great patisserie, packed to the gills on a late Sunday morning. Our body clocks are all over the joint, and breakfast at 11.30 doesn’t seem out of place. Croissants anyone? We headed …