L'huerta

This is a typical Mallorquin house for the 'garden' area surrounding the centre of Soller. The South facing walls have no real windows, which works in the summer. Oranges and spring flowers and in the plot next door, and a blue, blue sky. Long may it last like this. The only real sign of the last hundred years passing is the dish.

I arrived a little too fashionably late at Janet, Ricardo and Anne's exhibition opening last night, and things were cooling down, so after a little while I thought I'd see what else was hapening in town. Don't be silly woman! There IS nothing else to do, as it would look a bit odd going into a bar alone. I can imagine a Soller joke... A woman walked into a bar... No she didn't.

So I watched the Lavendar Hill mob instead and then had a lie in in the morning. Alec Guiness and that slight wisp he affects. Fabuwous.

I strolled over to the ground for Ben's match this morning. 5 - 1 to our delight. I caught up with some friends who've been away a while for coffee and then a menu del dia and a siesta. Hurrah! It has to be done sometimes.

And now I'm going black cherry at the roots again in preparation for a little outing to Santa Catalina with some of the girls. Happy Saturday!