Rock Rose Mount

Which is what Monsaraz means. And feels appropriate for the post sunset colours. Took a walk after the heat of the day began to diminish, and watched the almost full moon rise over the oaks in the opposite direction - at about nine.

Ermelinda delivered our post this morning - Mike put his mask on and collected it from the bottom of the road. Felt a bit down today, especially when she invited us to lunch tomorrow at theirs with Padres Luís and Mário - but felt we needed to stick to our isolation decision. Heck, I'd like to see them, and most of all, chat over a prolonged dinner...

Gratefuls:
- Mike has almost finished plastering the utility room, and then it'll be tiling the floor
- all the birds, mainly Iberian magpies, splashing in the tub of water I've refilled (not so good was one of them eating our grapes)
- that our Sabbath has begun, and looking forward to some plans we've made