Stifling

Yesterday the Boss flew back Embra. Changing trains in Floz it was 38C.

I drove way up on the Pratomagno massif well above 1200m. In the beech woods on west side was 23Cbut on east side 28c. Too much and descending was like reentering an oven.

Slipped back to Fiz early doors to water and wash clothes. Coming back stumbled across GL and Mr Bond digging out hole for swimming pool. They’d encountered huge hard boulder of blue stone as they worked through the baking heat of a Sunday.

I did some light weeding and harvesting of veg before watching footie and falling asleep.

Weather supposed to briefly break tomorrow but distant thunderstorm today did not reach us.

I press on into the heart of the Tuscan summer, alone and low on supplies (but for a sea of fresh veg: cukes, zukes, purple beans, toms, aub, onion, shallots, garlic, lettuce, potatoes, Swiss chard, herbs)