The last of it

The early morning light on the balcony. Goodbye Mallorca, but home to blue skies at least. Though 10°C, not 26°C.
Still, the place is looking ok, apart from one plant which has blown over. No time to do much other than pull on socks and head out, for Aguirre, Wrath of God is showing at the Filmhouse. As wonderful and spellbinding as ever. That descent through the clouds, the horse standing on the river bank as they drift away, the boat in the treetops. And through it all, Kinski’s mad stare and dreams of wealth and power.
Right, enough dreaming. I have a list of tasks. First up, lose a couple of kilos...