Wake to blue seas again and sun. We actually have two little balconies on the sea side, overlooking the village street, as well as a larger deck off the kitchen entryway. A pool of sunshine has formed on the deck and we move our chairs into it. Soon joined by one of the many optimistic cats that inhabit the area, and indeed most of the island.
Also joined by Steuart, who has come bearing gifts of orange marmalade - made from his blood oranges and not his mandarins this time - local carob syrup, and, having noted J’s sweet tooth, a packet of biscuits. So tea and biscuits and conversation - reminiscences, political analysis, laughter. A lovely afternoon.
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