Thursday, August 20, 2020
Flicked a switch.
For the last three months there have been no contrails in the sky. This morning it's as if someone's flicked a switch. The horizon crisscrossed with aircraft from all corners of the compass. Is everyone back at work ? Or, has there been a sudden departure from the beaches of Spain and Greece ?
The Old Farmer shows up while Sophie is out on her first walk of the day. By the time we get back home the venerable Ford Transit motorhome, complete with 1945 era trailer, is parked by his front door. There is no sign of either The Old Farmer or his lady friend. We will have to wait to hear the story of their travels and her frequent changes of wardrobe.
After our walk its off in the car with the windows down. Todays croissant looks unexciting, and is. 6.3/10. Sophie gives me a look that says ' If you don't like it I'll have it'.
The choice of cakes puts the hum back into humdrum.
A mystery solved ? : https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/4aypdq/lost-colony-of-roanoke-mystery-solved-new-book-claims