Anyone with any sense is on the beach

The thermometer in the tomato shade house reached 40 yesterday and the resident frogs are only too happy to receive their twice daily sprinkles. The cats have turned the bunt of the shade cloth into hammocks in which to while away the days. My chickens sit around panting in the shade and prefer to roost in the oak trees at night rather than in the hen house. They are not bothering much with laying eggs at the moment.

Between ferry arrivals and departures it is very quiet in the harbour during the day - anyone with any sense is on the beach and the tourists are turning from red to bronze. The melon seller has parked his truck by the bus stop and is dozing under a silver umbrella between selling his wares to frazzled day trippers.

Michaeli the harbourmaster is sitting on the step below our balcony, shaving. Yes, that's right, shaving. Sometimes he shaves while sitting on one of the benches on the road above the town, other times he completes his toilette on the steps...

Have a good weekend!

Regards,
Adriana
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