Red cabbage

We went out shopping together. Which was something of a novelty. Fish. Chicken. Bread. Milk. Glasses. Charcoal. And a bill to pay on a door handle. And a coffee under the trees at the outdoor bar by the castle in Poppi. Everyone masked up.

A cool day at 25c. I rewaxed my passed down Barbour jacket in strong sun with the wax I bought in Edinburgh at Christmas when we had no idea what was to come.

A fish supper. Squid, langoustine and sea bass, our appetites proving smaller than Angelo the fish man’s patter. But all delicious. A Tuscan Chardonnay Sauvignon Blanc blend to seal the deal. And bbqd apricots to follow.

Night fell clear and chilly. The Arezzo single track train echoing in the dog yapping valley.

Learning point: you can’t push the river but you can pump water uphill. Van never sang about that now, did he.