Arrived back this evening from Naples, and Edinburgh is wet and shivering under a steel grey sky.
Meanwhile in southern Europe this is what we left behind. 
Beyond the archway is the garden where the roses are about to burst into bloom, and the jasmine and wisteria flood the air with scent.
Beyond the garden is the deep blue sea.
We spent the weekend helping in the garden and even now the earth is so sun-baked that many of the beds required a pick-axe to break up the soil. Good therapy after several months in the office.
We drove up to relatives south of Amalfi on Sunday for lunch, and stopped in at the local garden centre to buy half a dozen climbing roses which should add to the perfumery in the garden.
My father in law insisted we help him try out a consignment of wine from Puglia, which made the gardening all the more rewarding.
Arrived home this evening to find the door jammed with election leaflets.
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