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.
In your next post based on your recent experience perhaps you could devote some words to describing in detail the concept of sun and warmth….
“lots of Swallows”. That would be of Ouzo presumably?
Thank you, Z,, and anyone else who cast a pensée my way – everything went very well indeed. I’ll post about it in due course.
NB, I gather the weather has been a touch uncertain over here. I’m so sorry to hear that. What a shame.
Yes, Rog. It took considerable self-control not to pour a glass of something refreshingly alcoholic this lunchtime. I am not quite confident yet that I will continue to resist the temptation.
I knew it would, Chris and look forward to reading about it. Congratulations.
36f is too hot for me!
Welcome home my darling.
You’ve been missed!
Knowing it was wet and chilly at home meant i was not going to complain about heat, John!
Thank you darling, looking forward to seeing you soon.
I am late, pardon please – Welcome home!
Thank you, Mago – please don’t apologise, I’m so far behind with blogs myself, I feel very guilty for neglecting my friends.