Sunday here is not like Sunday at home. Firstly, there are apparently no trading restrictions. Secondly, there is no church to attend, but church still dominates the pattern of the day. We rushed to get lunch before the church crowds finished their services and swamped the restaurants. Thankfully, the queues were short.
In the afternoon we went to get 'snow cones', crushed ice with a flavoured sauce dribbled over it. Then played with the children until dinner time. Robert had cooked steak for Jo, and Catfish for me. Both were very good.
In the evening, we walked Maiev to the courtyard house and back, about a mile. There were fire flies in the little piece of woodland where the rain water drains away, toads on the side of the road, and bats flying around the tops of the trees. It was still uncomfortably hot.
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