Day and night

As if to soften the bump of being back in a florint land, even if sometime home, casa nostra and all that, the weather has pulled out all the stops to make us welcome as we can be.

Never even a frost in Fiesole and when I breasted amico Consuma at 3,000ft at 10am it was 11C. Working on cutting back brambles I was in a t-shirt briefly while the barn chilled at 6.8C.

Couple of extras. The middayish sun on house side. Day’s end back in Fiesole looking out over Florentia as it were called back then.

Listening to Iain Rankin three cd set I picked up in Shelter at Stockbridge. An autobiographical reflection on Fife, Edinburgh reticence and the contradictions of both Scotland and John Rebus.