Day 29

Day 29 Wed 28th April.
And up again, just.

The birds have responded in kind to yesterdays feeding by leaving generous deposits of fresh manure all over our tables and chairs. Morning you little shits.

My morning disco shimmy from the wang.
After a day of my tender ministrations, all the while coping with the worst hay fever of my life. (We are peacefully situated in a leafy grove of Lime trees, all shedding blizzards of pollen) Andypandy can now hobble about a bit.

Andy learning the language.

I run him up to the camp pool and settle him down while I get on with the chores.
The pool is sheer bliss. Almost deserted, a rather rotund lifeguard, who we presume you would use as a floatation device in an emergency, water just cool enough to refresh from the blazing sun (28 degrees today) but not so cold as to dissuade entry. With a poolside café and bar standing by for the rush.
More fascinating hours to be had staring at the lake, why is water so hypnotic and intoxicating. After hand feeding himself a large bowl of fruit salad, we are up to a little jaunt into town.
Drove the 4km to Peschiera and what a pretty place, cobbled, traffic free streets, lots of canals, a picturesque harbour, good-looking shops and restaurants.

Dinner by a canal overlooking the harbour as the sun

went down. Me Tagliatteli with prawns and courgettes,

Andy the fried seafood platter and Molly,

nearly had a local swan that took exception to her presence.

A half litre of the local wine

(booze hounds or what) and home to watch the sun go down.
Perfection. To bed after another exhausting giorno of our adventure, we are growing lazier by the day.