North easterly

Cold and wet and then windy and warm. Washing blew over twice. Confined to quarters with a Hoover. Then building a work bench for my tools. Nearly two years after we bought the place. Time tick-tocking. A fire in the evening to keep the ever-earlier darkness at bay.

In the night reading of the marsh and lagoons at Diaccia Botrona where the incursion of saltwater put paid to the bitterns, where the 18th century drainage finally saw the back of malaria and where the marine jay still hopefully flits beneath the coastal pines.