171 years

of very varied experiences were shared by these two this afternoon as they skipped up the hill to Ankha's olivar. They gassed and laughed, ate paella (fantastic, with rabbit of both kinds and a new rice trick I learned) and absorbed the view across the valley. The children from various families disappeared for hours on the terraces. I wouldn't give this life up for anything and Mrs Pepperpot wouldn't have missed it for the World either.

Coming down in the dusk was precarious, as was Lou's insistance on fixing her stick into the basket of her 40 year old moto. We last saw her whizzing off into the dark streets of the town. What a gal!