A morning of harvesting and sorting – climbing and dwarf beans, rasps, and mint.
There is a misunderstanding when we fail to pick “the most beautiful” mint leaves – delivering some rather rough specimens, which we had assumed would be sorted at a later stage. Polona is not impressed.
After lunch we make a second attempt to find the elusive tufa formation. Up hill and down dale along a forest track – and an underwhelming conclusion: a stream running through a small area of soggy moss, and a complicated info board about the rock formation (presumably) beneath it. But we have a great view towards our familiar skyline, and down to the road we floundered around on yesterday.
We just make it back before dark.
After supper Polona fleshes out her story: how her great grandparents had employed 20 people, and had 7 children; the effect of the Communist party confiscating their land after the 2WW, and how this caused her grandmother’s suspicion of Drejc, a non farmer, entering the family; her grandparents only having the one child because – as first cousins – of the concern about the genetic pool; her edgy relationship with both her grandmother and mother. And then some very frank disclosure about the relative merits and mental issues of her children.
It seems that we are back on a friendly footing, after the mint debacle. Phew.
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