At busy times it seems I move like a butterfly landing on first one flower and then moving to another. It makes it hard to write about my life in little chapters as if I am experiencing things in a very structured way. But the last two weeks have been dominated by the rhythm of the summer school so each day has started with four hours of artistic activity in one way or another and then the afternoons and evenings have provided different variations on the theme of relaxation.AcrobaticsClayCave artBack stagePerformanceThe cave dwellers
At the beach Duna waits patientlySwimming with my friend from school days in Troon – the water is bliss
- The common cormorant or shag
- Lays eggs inside a paper bag
- The reason you will see no doubt
- It is to keep the lightning out
- But what these unobservant birds
- Have never noticed is that herds
- Of wandering bears may come with buns
- And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.
- Christopher Isherwood
Family party with barretines i mantellinesButifares – negra, blanca i d’ou ( sausage – black, white and eggy)Fuet, tomàquet per sucar pa, vi i síndria ( raw pork sausage, tomato for soaking bread, wine and water melon)Day trip to Barcelona – Orxata cafe Mountain swimming pool in Montseny – Xof!!!!
Wasn’t sure about those butifares! I thought they were going to be some rare bird. Lovely pictures as usual. Missing you. X Pie
Visitor from Cambridge is me, sister Penelope. As always a pleasure to read – and love the summer school pictures. love xxx