The mystic valley

Laundry business and a quick escape to sort Agu’s Firo stuff vía the market. I hadn’t realised the changed feel there now with tapas available at two funky stalls. Meanwhile, the snails were trying to escape the baskets before being consumed in the next ten days.

It certainly is snail weather. More rain keeping visitors in their beds and late breakfasting everywhere. Ben is a little under the weather, so we left him to smooch and Little A and I went to the cinema again. ‘Lucky’. It left us satisfied and rather calm.

Driving back to The Valley, the clouds had stuck. Palma side there was blue sky and sunset, but we entered the geeen tropical looking paradise we call home. Magical .