Wet

I had a very long and very satisfactory sleep with only a couple of interruptions. One interruption was long enough for tea and toast and then I fell asleep again.
Waking again around nearly 09.00 came as quite a shock. One look out of the window quickly told me that there was no hurry to be dressed and face the day. The rain was pouring down. Heavily. Splashes and splishes littered the terrace and H was NOT going out.

I snuggled and told H we would go out but later. The rain has been showery, rather than continuous and in between the showers there have been quite warm intervals.
In between the showers, I picked a clutch of courgettes which I transformed into a boureki.

I eventually took H out, up on Lardon Chase where we went to have a little chat with Tony. It was strange out there. Not a single car in the car park. Unheard of for a Sunday late morning. I wondered if walkers were banned for some reason . Then I spied a polite looking notice on the entry gate. Perhaps that would explain all. But it was a decoy notice – about introducing a slower speed limit of 30mph instead of 60mph at the entry to the Chase.

Now, Streatley Hill is very very steep and the road very winding, so any vehicle that can manage 60 mph after climbing that hill must be a miracle vehicle. My little car arrives at about 30mph unless I really push it.

So why there was no one else about remained a mystery unless it was weather related. H and I took advantage of the emptiness and wandered along towards Tony’s bench. We had a little chat about the general beauty of the location.

The clouds were interesting . In front of me were these clouds :

Behind me were these clouds :

It was going to be a race against the rain.

I won the race and big splattery drops were falling just as we got back to the car. I saw two people during the whole walk and one of those was Jeremy.

Ali was on the phone as I was about to depart. We gossiped ad I dropped H back home and continued on to Waitrose to buy mint and other things for my boureki. I did not hang around.
My boureki was prepared and cooked and I sat down and fell asleep. Luckily the boureki requires an hour and a half in the oven so it was only almost ready by the time I awoke. As opposed to being burnt.

The afternoon was drier than the morning and much more settled, with plenty of sunny intervals.

F and Ali depart tomorrow for their Como/Milan/ Taylor Swift trip. Two adults and three (elderly) teenage girls. Milan is centre of the fashion world I believe. That could spell wallet danger.

Pen and co have another two nights on Syros before departing for a week on Paros. I just love Paros, but probably not at this time of year. And Naxos, and Tinos and Andros. Mykonos – eye catching, but you need to be young if you go to Mykonos these days.

Once I awoke and ate some of the boureki I became embroiled in tennis. Though yesterday I started watching The End of Summer. It’s a Scandinavian programme and tempts me. Trouble is, it uses subtitles as it is in some mumbo jumbo. If I don’t concentrate, I lose the thread. Can’t rely on my ears to get me through it.

Thought for the Day