I'm sitting on the deck of our hotel room, 1000m above the lake and it is raining, a pleasant soothing rain that will be causing the local farmers great angst - their freshly mown and drying hay now requiring more handling. The view is expansive and impressive, far too much so to try and express (I say lazily). The washing I did earlier is taking longer than anticipated to dry (not that I know much about these things), the drier now on a second cycle, and I have little doubt that my logic will be flawed. In the meantime I went for a wander through the village, listening to podcasts and minding my own business, being approached by an old man who wanted to talk about God. My hope that a lack of shared language would end the conversation, but unfortunately he reverted to basic English - not to worry, "Sorry mate, not interested" as I kept walking...
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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