Full moon, Soller not Gomera.

Back in the valley, there is a big lump of rock floating above us in all its lit glory. The palms are leaning in as ever.

Elena has kept things going here like a champion. The boys are doing their thing, walking Scooby and making little comedy radio plays. I’ve had a go at as near to an authentic carbonara as I could, after reading Dinner in Rome by Andreas Viestad.