When I think of the variety of Mediterranean and near-Atlantic islands that comprise the bottom edge of Europe, two things usually come to mind: hot, sandy beaches, and a large number of my fellow Europeans getting far too drunk (Ibiza being the pinnacle of this).
As some of you know me may remember, I'm not a fan of beaches, hot weather or excessive drinking, and so it's no surprise that I almost never go to these islands of my own volition. This visit was prompted by one of my oldest friends (we essentially grew up together) getting married.
I won't go into the wedding itself too much - I don't think weddings need reviewing, and it was a lovely ceremony. The reception was at the groom's family home in the Madeiran mountains, and it was a lovely chance to see a slightly more "normal" side to the island.