Bricks and mortar

A day off from all that house-buying malarkey.

After dropping the Boss off at work and noting that there had been a grass frost I went to the co-op to get our full quota of discounted wine boxes.

The day was clear, crisp, sunny, with the nagging cold of the Grecale from the NE still gusting in.

I went for a walk above the church of the Madonna of the Rock. The path leads up through oak, ash, chestnut and hornbeam ? woodland. For three hours I saw two people and the Spring of the Madonna of the rock. And the old burrai - butteries - built high up in the hills when the cattle were taken up in the summer. The butteries are carved into the rock with water channels bringing in cold spring water to work and shape the butter in the summer months (see extra for the burrai di Peretola). And these high flowers - a sort of lily someone? (extra)

Came across an old huge farmhouse that would have housed three or four families back in the day. The roof had been restored and the rest will come later. A pile of terracotta bricks and mortar were lit up by the strong noonday sun in one of the empty window frames.

Late on the lawyer responds very positively and it is, as they say, game on.

Crikey.