These days when I empty the skimmer basket of the swimming pool, my wail of anguish can be heard:
They’re lovely creatures and I hate to find them drowned.
They’re also frustrating because if you rescue one, it seems to do its utmost to jump back in the water.
This insect, hidden in a crack of the front door, is actually a grasshopper, distinguishable by its short antennae.
This blurred photo is of Galileo on the top step in the swimming pool.
He dips himself several times a day in this heat but somehow I never have the camera handy to catch him doing it.
Till now, that is, when dusk was falling and I was some distance away.
He really is the picture of a water-loving dog – mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes closed in ecstasy.
When he gets out he ships a load of water with him like a scruffy sponge.
It was one of the first real days of summer.
After another attack on the broom in the further reaches of the olive grove, Giovanni applied teak oil to the sides of the swimming pool.
Galileo goes in and out of water all day.
He has four places to choose from: two ponds, the basin where the spring comes out, and now the swimming pool, where he crouches down on top of the inside steps.
I reckon his last visit can’t have been to the swimming pool because he’d probably have been a bit cleaner.
He’s impossible to keep off the sofa, and he circumvents any protective coverings we put there.
His last bastion is the sofa arm.
It’s rained almost non-stop now for two days.
The ground squelches underfoot.
Yesterday a thin line of water oozed under the seal of the kitchen window.
The water level in the swimming pool, high to start with in order to prime the pump, rose so high I had to empty some out.
The top of the GPL tank, which is situated so that it acts like a sump, needed bailing out – I filled nine buckets.
So in all this super-abundance of water, the taps run dry – twice: last night and again this morning.
According to the Water Company technician, an actuator needs replacing.
I don’t normally notice this view.
It would greet anyone arriving by car but not swooping round to the house.
All I tend to see are landmarks and activity in progress:
- the flowerbed I’ve been weeding
- the grass Giovanni has just strimmed
- the new manure pile fenced in with pallets
- the little ‘house’ round the mains water
- the bench made from a railway sleeper
- the two hoses trailing across to fill the swimming pool which we uncovered today!