So we packed our trusty camera and trusty dog in the car and sallied forth to Las Salinas beach and salt pans. The Phoenicians, who had a well earned reputation for being salt mad, introduced the method of extracting the salt from sea water by evaporation to Ibiza thousands of years ago.
The tourist buses actually go to the salt works to see this highly interesting process in action and on the way pass by the little San Francisco church which served the salt workers and their families for hundreds of years.
The difficulty of taking pictures at this time of year is that there's either nobody about, or the few hardy souls that are, are muffled up like cossacks on the steppes. A totally different scene to the beach in August which is full of off duty international footballers, beautiful people paying over the odds for sun loungers and the teeming immigrant masses from Figueretes who decamp themselves right in front of your highly expensive sun lounger.
The good thing about photos now is the clarity of the air – you can see for miles, often all the way to the mainland – and totally different from the smog-like heat haze of summer.
The other good thing about this time of the year is that heavy physical exercise – walking more than 10 metres for example – is effortless in comparison to the uncomfortably humid month of August.
We succeeded in getting some really good photos and with a bit of luck none of our prospective tour takers will notice that it isn't summer and hopefully that we're using snaps of a completely different island to represent Formentera! (this is the real Formentera)