Knew before we came here that both deck and salon window looked down on the Mediterranean, usually deep cobalt blue but sometimes sullen grey. And knew that the bedroom and back deck looked almost straight up to the mountain peaks. But not expecting the striking panorama of the skies. Everyone has sky above so obviously we would. But on the Med side you can see for miles to the west along the north coast The radar will show the weather moving in from the west but so, more immediately, will a look to the west as the clouds move down the coast, leaving a village in or out of the sunlight. And looking to the south the skies above the mountains are vast and often dramatic as clouds change colour or turn to mist on the peaks.
So during the night there are wild flashes of lightning visible through the blinds as well as stormy winds. In the morning we try to decide whether to go to Lambousa market. A kilometre is no great distance unless you’re being rained on. We change our minds at about three minute intervals as the scudding clouds change colour and density. Finally decide that the odds of getting drenched coming back are just too high. Not as if there’s anything we actually need there. So leisurely toast and coffee and fruit and yoghurt. After which the sun comes out and the skies clear. Awesome the power we have over the weather. Too late? No, not really. If we leave right away we would be there by eleven. Not ideal, but all right.
As soon as we step outside a light rain starts with no warning. Plan B. Go as far as our little supermarket. Halloumi, blue cheese, extra old English cheese, oranges, tomatoes. And onions. There’s no such thing as too many onions. If it rains from now until after Christmas we’re good.