The hunt for food...

View from my balcony, with still life (my lunch)

Couldn’t find anywhere open to eat this afternoon – had forgotten about the Mediterranean need for a siesta – so ended up buying some fabulous fresh fruit – that orange was dee-licious – along with bread, cheese and Mythos beer (naturally) from a mini mart for lunch. Then this evening I got chatting to a couple from Eindhoven when I wandered down to the harbour and finally found somewhere that’s actually open for food – this is really before the season proper begins, so most places are still closed and in the process of being tarted up ready for the summer onslaught. The peace and quiet suit me down to the ground, but a girl’s gotta eat… Anyway, that chat with the Dutch couple lifted my spirits, as did the fact that I was able to discreetly give six apparently starving cats (or at least very good actors) the last three of my fried red mullet – probably not the best thing to do in terms of encouraging the clearly huge problem with a burgeoning feral kitty population on this island, but it helped my troubled state of mind after the dog incident this morning, and it resulted in six happy cats.

I was (of course) able to slip into the conversation with the Dutch couple the fact that I’ll be coming over to The Hague in June to play at The Hague Singer Songwriter Festival – and maybe I’ll even see them again then – who knows?

This afternoon I wandered around the lovely wild grounds of the hotel where I’m staying, and came across a beautiful deserted sandy beach – I shall be down there tomorrow with my guitar and hoping for something more than a sea shanty to be the musical result of my communing with the waves.


And so to bed... very early, I know – but I'm still recovering from yesterday's overnight travel...

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