Removing the sunflower seeds from their heads is an ongoing job; and the drying of them – apparently – a bit of an experiment. It’s pleasant work, sitting in the entrance to the camping toilet block while it’s chilly outside.
In a nearby barn the sheep are undergoing their second shearing of the year. With five people involved, it is a labour-intensive process: Luka and Marcus holding the sheep down, while Krystjan brings up the next sheep and Myra bags up the wool. A neighbour does the shearing.
After lunch, sitting on the terrace having coffee, the conversation alights on what – to the Slovenian ear – sounds like a hilarious double entendre: “I want two sheets” vs “ I want to shit”, or “horse” vs “whores”. I mention that the word “whore” is being replaced with the more neutral “sex worker” and am met with blank looks. To my surprise, I discover that prostitution is illegal in Slovenia. So why would a more neutral name for it be needed. Ok, and what about homosexuality? Once again, I am taken aback by the strongly opinionated stance. One in the group around the table lost a lesbian sister when she committed suicide, aged 14; another person suffered abuse from men and her worldview of them is fixed forevermore. Yet there is zero tolerance of the LBGTQ+ and its sense of entitlement. Views are expressed that would be shockingly politically incorrect in the UK. But we end up acknowledging some common ground and devouring the best part of an (out of date) box of chocolates.
Maria and I extricate ourselves – finally – and soak up the last of the sun by the lake. I’m leaving tomorrow, so this is my last opportunity to take in this magical, extraordinary valley.
Following our recent broccoli and cauliflower pick, broccoli and cauliflower soup is on the menu. Followed by broccoli and cauliflower frittata. Hmm. It’s all very tasty, but an epic brassica fest, given that we had broccoli and cauliflower frittata for lunch, as well. I can’t complain about bad food management!
We are happy to “ piggyback” on the dessert made for the weekend guests.
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