Friday 1st March

Chestita Baba Marta.....Welcome Grandmother Marta and as for those naked shepherds frolicking on the hillside in the morning dew, they'd have wanted their thermal fleeces around the delicate parts of their anatomy.  That romantic thought would have resulted in frost bite.  The hillside is shrouded over in mist, the ground covered with the silver glitter of a hoary frost and the moon was saying goodnight to the west when I was out this morning with my binoculars.  Obviously no game shepherds in my village or in the surrounding...my binoculars are very strong and my eyesight dam good.... ;) ;)

Going into Djebel on the bus....got my wrist bands to hand out to the people that matter and of course I am sending one to all of you....we love this day and this month....