Speed of light

You turn your back and things have grown beyond recognition. Grapes and my lovely daughter’s baby. The three month scan reveals a boy, Tom. Still computing my coming grandfatherliness. But all feels very precious.

We bought a traditional meat safe - a zinc gauze covered two shelf box - cascaia or moscaia in Italian. I finally put up numbers at the track end and nearest junction to beckon courier drivers to the house. Suddenly panicked thinking the neighbours might be 39 rather than 40. So popped round and was invited for a beer. A nice moment after waving at each other through the lockdown.

The cricket left the house, I edited the photo and it loaded ok, the nights are still cool, the north breeze still blowing, bats and nightingales, distant voices, traffic on the road again, the light to the northwest cloudless as we near the longest day.

And still they talk of Meuhl, a famed isola in le ‘eyelands’ of scozia/Scotia. Mull, of corse, famed for its rough shooting in our little wild corner of Tuscany. Two people told me today the boar nursery group is moving in a quarantina of animals - 40ish - because the wolves are on the prowl. As I turned a corner from the house a skittish white tailed deer with little fawn moved off the road, then a big snake lolloped across it. It’s all go.