Wilf seems to have recovered from whatever was ailing him. I'm putting it down to arthritis but will keep an eye open to make sure it isn't pancreatitis related. Last night he rug surfed in the hallway for a full half hour before falling into a contented sleep. More importantly the mischief quotient is fully restored - a sure sign he's on the mend.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Asparagus and melon.
Up at the crack of dawn and off to the local town with Wilf and Digby. Another perfect day - blue skies and the gentlest of breezes. The market was humming at seven o'clock with the locals restocking their larders after the long holiday. Magically, the first white asparagus of the season was already for sale - thick stalked and firm. The stall holders were charging €11.50 a kilo , so it's decidedly pricey and three times the cost of the local green variety. As the harvest gets into full swing the price will come plummeting down. The local melons also made their first showing . Tempting, but they haven't soaked up enough sun yet to make them truly sweet. The local strawberries which appeared in the market last weekend are now everywhere. From our time in Italy we've learnt to enjoy the fruit while it's in season and do without when it's not. There is nothing like an English strawberry for its flavour and texture but these 'gariguettes' come pretty close. I bought a half kilo for breakfast and lunch.
'The font' has decided we are going to buy bicycles . Digby's bad hip now means he gently ambles along smelling each and every daisy as he goes. As a result there is absolutely no cardio-vascular benefit to be gained from the shuffling morning walk. As we live on top of a 400 meter high hill let's all hope that this latest health crazed cycling idea is soon forgotten. It's not the going down that bothers me but the coming back up. I can only pray that the technology of bikes and gears has come a long way since I last sat on one.