While the lump on Skyes head slowly fades away I have decided to keep her out of school for a while. It is spring and the temperature has risen, I would prefer for her to spend some time out of doors instead of closed inside a stuffy classroom. We read books together (The Rainbow Fairies and My Secret Unicorn), decide what to cook for lunch together and then go out somewhere every afternoon.
We decided to go back to where the pregnant cats were and hunt for kittens. We tiptoed through alleyways and into little gardens and old sheds until finally I heard a tiny snuffling noise coming from an old plastic barrel. I peered inside and found this:
"Look, I think we've found our kittens!" I whispered, pulling her over and lifting her up to see.
"Ooh!," she sighed in delight. We watched in silence for a while as they squirmed and suckled. We counted them, five little kittens, all different. Then simultaneously we declared:
"I want the grey one!" (me)
"I want the peach one!"(her)
I explained that we would have to wait at least another month before the kittens would be big enough to be taken away and we would have to hope that nothing happened to them in the meantime.
One overcast morning we went to the beach and Skye perfected her scooter skills on the new promenade while Carlo made his first canoe trip of the year to the Galli Islands. A bearded old man stood and watched in fascination as Carlo prepared himself and finally got me to push him and the canoe into the sea:
We took a walk along the Punta Campanella, the nearest point of land to Capri. An old pathway, broken and rugged stretches along the coast, through olive groves and wild mountain flowers. It was windy and blustery with a sprinkling of rain and seagulls screamed overhead as we scrambled down the path towards the point, where a tumbledown tower stood, rather disappointingly, looking out towards Capri. The walk back was hard and tiring, it seemed to go on forever, but when we finally reached the car we drove to a gelateria and sat outisde in the cobbled piazza eating tartufo and biscotto icecream as nightime drew in.