Sunday morning

So it transpires that if there isn’t a geriatric whippet bashing her head off the door for a 5am toilet visit that I’m still capable of sleeping in until 9am on a Sunday morning.

And so, suitably refreshed I sat outside the Villa and had a coffee with Stanley.

A few hours later the kids emerged and we’ve had a really lazy and enjoyable day. Played cards, read books, ate meals, swapped stories, listened to podcasts. And all while sat outside. What a treat.

For lunch I made bruschetta with sourdough, fresh tomatoes and garlic. For dinner I rustled up linguine with an anchovy, olive and tomato sauce. Food tastes better eaten outdoors.

Lovely start to the holiday.