I’ve got a lot of photos and I’ll download them and not inflict too many of them on you. Just a couple of striking memories … swallows. Loads of them, it was lovely. I’ve got a few photos of their nests, they swooped across one’s path and it was a delight. The gorgeous scenery. A farmer friend, describing his stay there said “all right if you like olive trees,” apparently – well, I do. So many trees, not just olives but cypress, palms, holm oaks and many others. Delightful butterflies, I must look them up. Quite tricky to photograph, by the time I’d fished my camera out the butterfly had moved on and then, of course, when they alight on a flower they close their wings so you can’t see the pattern. I saw my first fireflies which was exciting (I’m quite keen on insects and suchlike).
More tomorrow, darlings. The Sage, who almost has had his sagacious status removed as a result of almighty cockuping today, kept me waiting an hour and a half after a splendid homeward journey and that’s the main reason I’m so tired. But I’m home and that’s the main thing.
I trust you have had Chris on your mind this evening, because his marvellous Trio has had its first performance tonight – it’s probably halfway through the final movement right now, in fact. Must have been exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measure. Awrabest, Chris, as my one-time Glaswegian friend Brian used to write.