Since the sun was shining and the legs were itching, set off to the nearest bread shop, which also has coffee and cake, in Santa Caterina, around 5km from the quinta, if you take the shortest route.
Which I don't . . . so a one hour walk became three . . . some great views of the sea and ready for coffee by the time I found the place . . . and cake of course . . . swung my thumb at the first car passing on the return route, a Dutch couple, going to Umbria, by the road I should have been on . . . just time to decline an invitation to paint their house in return for bed and board and we were home . . . where Jenni was busy rearranging the shed and Bruno was potting on cabbages in the sun, which seemed more fun, so joined him for an hour, before the official opening of the hot compost heap, turning and re-covering . . . it was steaming, so the mix of dry organic material, fresh cut grass and the contents of the toilet (shit and sawdust) was clearly right and cooking up the fertilizer for the coming crops.
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