November has arrived

...and so have I!

The morning was spent pottering around as the sun warmed the air enough for me to venture out. The dogs were occupied by the neighbour's mutt who had popped over for a romp.
Finally a comfortable 20C was hit by the mercury and I sat in the sun, listening to the bells from the goats on the hillside opposite, lifting my head occasionally from my notebook when the Peregrine Falcon's shadow cast itself across the page, and warming my bones.

The 1st November is All Saints' Day in the Christian calendar and here in Spain is also known as the Day of the Dead. In what I think is a lovely tradition families pay their respect to departed family members by decorating their grave with flowers and then spend the rest of the day with the living family. I gave the villagers long enough to pay their respects before trotting up to the cemetery. The sun was bouncing off the white washed walls and the heady smell of pollen hit my nostrils as soon as I entered. It was a beautiful sight each memorial framed by beautiful flowers.

I am now sat back on the verendah in the late afternoon sun, snoozing dogs sharing my blanket. Rain is forecast for Thursday, but I will be winging my way to Italy for a few days, where I hope the rain stays away.  So the next update is from Italy. Ciao for now.