Yesterday, Tuesday December 18th, it rained a lot. We awoke to the sound of heavy rain and it came back several times throughout the day. Here's the photo I took looking through the French windows just as we were about to sit down and eat breakfast.
|...and the view out of the side window.|
As a result of the rain I was able to write about 6,000 words of the new novel. Plus, I don't know whether it was the weather, but I had kind of flash of new inspiration. I'd reached a place where I wasn't sure where to go from there. But, as with all the other books, well, the works of fiction anyway, something seems to come from somewhere and suddenly a whole new plot twist opens up and I feel like there's a good thirty thousand words still in there waiting to come out, so that was good.
The rains did stop for a while in the early afternoon, thus giving us a chance to do our half-hour circuit through the olive groves behind the house. We're so glad we made the effort, because the route takes us past the new pen that the local shepherd has built for his flock of sheep, and as we passed it, we came across a ewe that was outside the pen, whilst all the rest of the flock was inside. At first we thought that she had a plastic bag at her feet, until, on closer inspection, it turned out to be a brand new baby lamb that had literally just been born. In fact, we watched the little mite stand up for the first time. I whipped out the mobile phone to take the photos below, and I thought I was taking a video showing the lamb actually getting up, but it turns out I only took one second of the action. Curse my need to see the phone's screen with glasses, which I wasn't wearing at the time.
Also, just down the lane on the other side of the house, toward the road at the bottom of the valley, I passed this lone ewe with her rather sad-looking baby. I could have sworn that lamb was saying, "I'm not enjoying this, I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm fed up."
I dope hope she'll be looking better tomorrow, when the sun's liable to be shining once again.