Beware the Ides of March. Thunder and rain in the night and wake to dark clouds. Repair to usual sources for further information. Usual sources as unsatisfactory as usual, with varying projections.
Can only think that there is something peculiar about our little corner of the Mediterranean, tucked up snug against Turkey a few kilometres to the north and Syria a few kilometres to the east. European by political definition but Asian geographically. Live representations of the wind usually show it moving in from the west, passing the island on the south coast, hitting the shore of Syria and bouncing back to pass Cyprus on the north, heading east this time. Hard not to imagine a massive cliff face on the Syrian coast deflecting it, whilst knowing that there’s a perfectly normal shoreline suitable for docking boats.
However, skies clear and it’s sunny. Not cold, though very windy. Pretty sheltered and definitely shirtsleeves in the sun beside the Blue Song when we stop for our regular Friday afternoon draft and chat. And special treat on the way home. Our usual store has sesame flat bread for the first time since last winter. Still hot!
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