Wild Olives in the Mist

Woke up to a world of mist, so wandered up the lane in my pyjamas, loving the softness - but very glad that Mike had lit a fire when I got back. Still gets hot in the sun, but not really the weather for Havaianas anymore.

The sun dissolved the mist, so I got a wash dry, and then the Adega, where Zé Maria insisted on buying us a round for Julia's farewell. And now, the Eucharist, and our weekly meal with the Padre. 

All feels slightly depressing, the weather, the dog being subdued, and the forthcoming empty caravan...