I am gearing up for a weekend of book editing. At least, I think it’s the weekend. It’s that time of year when I am still unsure what day it is. I spent all of Wednesday thinking it was Thursday and all of last Tuesday thinking it was Tuesday, which it was, but then when Wednesday became Thursday for half a day… You know how it is. Anyway, I am nearly back on track now but did have to look at my diary to see what day it is today.
Easter is still three months away (April 19th for Easter Sunday in Greece, I believe), but sheep and lambs have started appearing in the village already. Despite being brought up on the Romney Marshes and being best friends with the son of a sheep farmer, spending long days playing on the farm and even helping with lambing, I still know nothing about it, and can only assume this pair has been brought down from the hills to be closer to the farmer’s home (?). Just seems a bit early to be grazing in the village when the hills are sprouting green, and there’s plenty of vegetation around. Perhaps the lamp was so early it needed looking after? I don’t know, but it’s always pleasant and, for some reason, amusing, to round a corner and find livestock wandering the village, or tethered in a place you don’t expect.
The Blue Star ferry finally made it into port around 3.00 a.m. on Thursday and will be back again today, though in the afternoon rather than the early morning as the timetable moves closer to being back to normal. The sky is clearing, and no more rain is forecast for a while, but I am being dripped on in the shower thanks to the condensation in the bathroom. A sudden cold shock really wakes you up between washes when you turn the water off to lather-up. Just thought I’d share that with you. And now, back to the editing.