If I stayed here for a good while and decided not to keep the scooter one of the things that would get to me was lack of fresh bread. It is a 30 minute walk to town and too hot to comfortably do that even at 8 in the evening. There is a bus service that stops a little short of here that I haven’t investigated yet.

Once I’d started to think about bread I soon decided that I’d have to try baking some. I bought some flour in suitably rustic-looking packaging but didn’t realise until too late that it was bread mix – by which time the dough was proving had had an added a sachet of instant yeast and extra salt. It did indeed prove quickly. I hadn’t ruined it – it turned out really well.

I made a salad and a tuna mayonnaise to go with the bread for my dinner on the terrace – there was much shooing away of interested feline neighbours. This turned into the evening’s entertainment that included synchronised lizard chasing and free-form tree climbing (sidways descent scoring maximum points).

Good times.