Terrace is fragrant with the scent of orange blossoms. The unusual amount of rain must have been appreciated by the shrubs and trees if not by the humans. And, yes, we do reluctantly acknowledge that rain is valuable, especially on an island at risk of desertification.
Electricity disappears this morning while we’re reading the news. Happily after J has made the coffee, though he could have heated the water on the gas hob and the rest is done in the French press. An end to the news, though. Remember reading online that there was to be a planned outage today but had thought the area didn’t include us.
So a good time for errands. First (uphill) to the municipality where we need to pick up a paper and then (downhill) to Bestmar where there’s a sale. Notice, belatedly, that backpacks are meant to be left at the till. Maybe we look too old to be thieves? Handy for carrying heavy things home, though. And first time in a while we’ve been looking for the shady side of the road.
Electricity back on by the time we’re home. And yes, the notice of a planned outage was for communities well to the west of us.
Five miles all told and quince gin on ice well earned. Until I check the map again and see that it’s actually five kilometres, not miles. And pour the quince gin anyway.
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