Carob

At some part of the day, each of us was exhausted. Ben managed to hold on until the end, but little Agu missed tennis and joined me for gentle coffee and shopping, before I flopped, just getting the energy to get back for an afternoon at the pool.

Later, I let the wind take us again, and drove a little up the hill to the capaletta, where the evening sun was drying the carob pods and there was much rustling in the undergrowth.

Another version.