Wednesday June 16th

Day 58

This afternoon, after we had nearly given up hope, the grey clouds slowly rolled away, the sky turned hyacinth blue, the colour of the shutters on the house. The sun beamed on us, lounging by the pool, turning our skin pink. We slipped in and out of the cold water like dolphins, shiny with coconut sun cream.

Our books lay unopened and I dreamed up supper of the fat broad beans we bought in the market yesterday. I test their flavour in my mind and decide to plunge them still steaming hot into a lemon and olive dressing , pungent with garlic, chopped green onion and a handful of torn flat leaf parsley. Just a chewy baguette to soak up the juices and some left over tomato salad from lunch. And I know there is still some raisin tart for afters.

Although we never seen him, we hear the nightingale singing in the shady tree over our heads. On and on into the evening - a happy sound.