a temporary home under the biggest fig tree i have ever seen. in a few weeks from now all those figs will be ripe, and you could eat yourself silly…i had to escape the heat and the sun. listening to the creek and eating watermelon. spending most of the time naked, not a soul around but perhaps a few wild boars. reading ‘the art of fermentation’ and getting inspired to make mead. falling asleep at sunset and waking up with the first singing birds.