Wake before alarm. Out by bus to Pyla, where we pack up enough food for half of Cyprus, plus beer and wine. Harry has forgotten the time change, so supplies us with the key. Depressingly, he's had problems with theft and minor vandalism, in part by the young soldiers doing their national service, who seem both undisciplined and underoccupied. So grass trimming, weed killing, post painting and a pretty substantial picnic. A few drops of rain just as we finish up.
