Not sure of her location but wake up this morning saying “it’s not sunny”. Unusual enough to require comment, despite the fact that there have been dust warnings (usual culprit the Sahara) so haze not surprising. Although J points out in response to my exclamation that our floor to ceiling windows could use a good wash. And indeed sliding a window open does reveal if not bright sky at least noticeably less dust. And in compensation temperature is about twenty-five and the breeze as we drink our coffee on the patio is quite pleasant.
First grocery shop. Sheep’s milk yoghurt (difficult to find in London and virtually unobtainable in most of Canada), sour dough bread baked - though undoubtedly not fermented - on the premises, and a bottle of Spanish Tempranillo. Onions, red peppers, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms and sun dried olives and small slim aubergines become tonight’s pasta sauce.
Snails are popular with Cypriots on both sides of the border and are often gathered in the fields to cook with olive oil and garlic. This little one won’t become our appetiser. Discovered not on the patio - where they often appear - but affixed to a wall inside the flat. Not much more than a centimetre in diameter.
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