Last bits and bobs
to tie up before we leave on Wednesday, whitewashing house is nearly complete,
kitchen more sorted with shelving for our favourite pots and utensils, bedroom
windows painted (a bother of a job when its hot as the paint is particularly
oily and runs). Fiendishly hot at 39 degrees, but there is a delicious
quietness that goes with it. A warm wind
soughing in the pine trees, desultory bird song, and an occasional cicada
rasps. Then as the sun goes down a shimmering
vision appears, one’s beloved approaches, carrying a drinks tray – near
perfection!