New Year's Day. Winter, or what passes for it here. Not wet, but chilly enough to wear J's windproof shell over my blazer. We're invited to Bill and Jane's for dinner. Bill's doing the cooking, as he often does even when Jane isn't incapacitated. It's fairly impressive, too. The soup is a venison purée and it's followed by duck breasts with orange. Unusually, we eat inside. Without the wind it would be ok in the sun. Sunday schedule for the buses, so we get on as the bus heads into Pyla to check the route and timing. Timing always a bit problematic in Cyprus. Drivers quite considerate about letting you off at a convenient spot or waiting for a mother struggling with toddlers, but have no problem running ahead of schedule to allow for coffee at the end of the run, and quite likely to, totally illegally, use the phone while driving.
