There is a wild passion fruit vine growing at the house. You can see from the pulp why the fruit, the size and colour of a mini- apricot, got its name. It is sweet but not highly flavoured. I attempted to tempt Jonas to taste, but he wasn't biting. However seeing my enthusiasm he keeps picking them and insists I eat them. I think saying "no" would be a matter of section 18C in Australia.
Yesterday was a good day for the pool
We met our archaeologist again in Maussane. He was once again standing for hours waiting for a bus. When he arrived he found that his project had been cancelled on a forest fire danger warning.
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