Chanticleer raises the sun in the morning, and it’s possible to buy local free range eggs with deep orange yellow yolks and wisps of feather clinging to the outside. And free range hens here actually do get to go outside year round. Not unusual to see them beside village houses.
J and Steuart do some work on S’s car, a little white Mazda with an only semi explained rattle underneath, observed by some of the many cats around, two of which are his. Stunning views from his house down the mountainside to the sea. And a lush jungle of a garden including avocado, lemon, blood orange, mandarin orange, apricot and fig trees. Obviously should be photographing the prolific beauty but instead opt to save my tablet’s battery to allow me to read while the mechanics are at work. Possibly not my last opportunity.
Late lunch of lahmacun and lamb pitas outside a little restaurant. And back to ours to sample the Jameson’s triple distilled from Istanbul duty free.
Car’s semi explained rattle noticeably improved but it has developed a previously nonexistent scraping sound in retaliation.
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