Something similar here. Cold Comfort Ferma. Forced to decamp to the oh so cosy cafeneio where the newly-installed somba is drawing nicely and baking little spuds to go with the walnuts, the cheese, the rusks, tomato, olives and apple slices. And the odd tot, of course. Collected a drink from the vicar, an invite to next weekend’s kazani and some empty jam jars for the next batch of marmelada – and still had change from 3€. Still chilly back at base but now nicely warmed inside.