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It's extremely hot. I've been on the beach all day and am wondering if I have sunstroke. It's certainly time to find some shade!

We went to the farm behind Julie's house first thing to say hello to the neighbours. The experience was incredible. Firstly, the view. You can see for miles. Green and brown rolling hills lined with little cottages, vineyards and olive groves. Fields of sunflowers either proudly facing the sun, or drooping towards the floor, as though ashamed. Behind all this, watching over the world, the tall, dove-grey mountains of the Gran Sasso.

The neighbours were making enough tomato sauce for a winter of pasta dishes. They had a massive camp fire in the garden, with an industrial-sized pot on it, filled to the brim with tomatoes slowly reducing. It was an amazing, truly old-fashioned rural scene and I felt privileged to have seen it.

It's extremely hot. I've been on the beach all day and am wondering if I have sunstroke. It's certainly time to find some shade!

We went to the farm behind Julie's house first thing to say hello to the neighbours. The experience was incredible. Firstly, the view. You can see for miles. Green and brown rolling hills lined with little cottages, vineyards and olive groves. Fields of sunflowers either proudly facing the sun, or drooping towards the floor, as though ashamed. Behind all this, watching over the world, the tall, dove-grey mountains of the Gran Sasso.

The neighbours were making enough tomato sauce for a winter of pasta dishes. They had a massive camp fire in the garden, with an industrial-sized pot on it, filled to the brim with tomatoes slowly reducing. It was an amazing, truly old-fashioned rural scene and I felt privileged to have seen it.

The beach is filled with eccentric people. From time to time it felt more like a market place. There were people selling coconuts, people grinding down blocks of ice to make refreshing drinks. Periodically someone would come along with a clothes rail on wheels and try and interest people in his wares.

The Italian pop music scene is very different to ours. They don't listen to much British/American pop and tend to listen to home grown artists. I was amused to see a CD by a band called Pooh. "Super best collection 1971-1984." Thirteen years of shit, no doubt!

350 years ago, pepys' diary entry was really short. His singing master came to him first thing, then he spent the morning at his office. The afternoon saw our hero at the theatre, watching a play called "The Tamer Tamed.". It was, by all accounts, well done.

He spent the Evening preparing for his trip to Walthamstow the next day, and was that night forced to borrow £40 from Sir Willuam Batten. He makes no mention of why...