The loggia

Man, that Tramontana keeps blowing: cold dry air sucking the moisture out of hand, plants and scrub. We now have a ‘no burning’ notice across Tuscany while Covid keeps the province a red zone.

In the morning after a quick foray to Silvia e Louisa’s shop we prepared for the fabbro (metal fabricator/smith) and falegname (carpenter) to visit. In the afternoon I finished painting the loggia under roof. It was perishing cold and arduous as I listened to an interminable policier on the bbc iplayer.

The missus made a delicious fish pie ( our last season’s potatoes are still abundant in the clamp I dug for the second/third lockdown). Watched Ireland/England and France/Wales in the rugby.

Went outside to check on the curfew and it’s bleedin snowin.