Moody Moon

Monsaraz on its hill, the moon refusing to appear from behind clouds and a few stars above. Us both at the side of the road, trying to get a Blip.

Mike and I had both counted on taking photos tonight - we'd been invited for a meal at the house of the only totally English person we know, in Telheiro, and sure enough, her house is really interesting, but... both of us totally forgot. One day we'll learn to not count on a photo op last thing at night. Or maybe not.

Awful on a phone; more light on a bigger screen.

Gratefuls:
- walking into town and chatting to quite a few folk, including D Cecília, who I'd not seen in ages, and then walking round the cemetery, all spruced up for the Mass there this afternoon for Dia dos Fiéis Defuntos (Day of the Faithful Dead), as they call it here
- Mike doing a load of strimming; I can now hang out clothes without getting my feet wet
- a lovely meal at Heather's, and meeting her friend, Sarah, from Baschurch, a village in Shropshire, near where Mike lived about fifty years ago!