Bathing before bean stew ...

Last night, Anne made bean stew - she chopped up fiery crazy onions, sleek red peppers, tore apart a small arm of chorizo - 

We sat in the kitchen, gulping bumpers of  Molina Reserva - 

Dogs barked faintly in the vineyards they were guarding - 

The bean stew bubbled in a saucepan - 

I read a few gentle paragraphs of Richard Mabey's Nature Cure - 

I was sunburnt - my hair was still full of salt from the dazzling sea - 

Before I ate, I lolled in a deep bath - steam filled the high ceilinged bath room - 

I spoke to Anne about the day's adventures - 

The bath tub rested upon lion's paws - Anne sat nearby, wreathed in steam - 

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Friday 27 March 2015

Eduardo's House

Tenerife