Here in the woods it has been clear, bright, windy day and a linen sheet flaps on the line. Sam is organising his workshop, completely covered in sawdust. I have seen a ruined farmhouse with three most wonderful cypress trees, standing right outside the front door like welcoming hosts. On the way home Rita the baker hesitated over which of her pane di noce to give me. Selecting the best of the four loaves in her basket she wrapped my bread in thin white paper. A warm, kind, walnutty parcel.
