Warm Crusty Bread

Invited to lunch today by a couple from the church - it was simply amazing. They have a permaculture garden and a composting toilet, and are obsessed by hemp - in all its forms. The table here was being laid for starters - all produced locally, well, except for the butter, I suppose - mind you, none of us ate that, as there was both olive and hemp oil to dip it into. After a never-ending meal, during which I learnt how to make migas, we came away with a bag full of goodies, including eggs from their (hemp-fed) chickens and loads of physalises (if that's the plural).

Mike preached; six down, two to go; and then we walked into the main square for a beer, meeting a fair few folk on the way, and there.