True to prediction the weather breaks. At breakfast the mountains are flat grey and the clouds low. But rain doesn’t arrive until just before lunch. By then we have cleaned and stored the sunflower heads cut by Anja yesterday; and are mid-way in our weeding project. Each bucket of weeds is greeted with hysterical joy by the pigs – before they realise that it is the same fayre.
Dorm sharing is not exactly plain sailing and I am very short to sleep, as Maria’s photo shows!
My half-hearted resolution to drink less coffee goes by the wayside when a delicious plum crumble-cum-cake appears with an espresso. We are inducted in the ways of the industrial dishwasher – a step towards being more helpful in kitchen clear-ups.
I have another quiet afternoon.





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