Porridge

It rained all night and the morning after. The field has gone porridgy. Sorted out the basement rooms ready for pointing and drove up over the pass. On the other side after thick fog a fierce gale was turning the olive trees inside out. The winter is not leaving Tuscany just yet.

The Principal is back from Embra tonight the crosswinds, mountains, motorway approach and notoriously short Florence runway permitting.
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