May 1 (Day 8)
Mayday Mayday Mayday – the international distress call used
by mariners in an emergency and to which we are required to respond and to
render assistance, even by relaying radio messages.
When I was younger in England I remember Mayday as the day
when young teenage girls dressed in white and wearing garlands and headbands of
flowers would dance around the maypole each winding their ribbon in the dance to
decorate the pole. That was a beautiful tradition and I remember once being in
Bryher (Isles of Scilly) when my friends’ daughter was crowned as the May
Queen.
Anita tells me that in communist occupied countries it was
the workers day and now that seems to be the main purpose for European
countries to take a public holiday.
Sicily is on holiday and the little seaside town and beach
were buzzing with people today, giving a taste of what summer may be like here.
It is also Tuesday, a week since we arrived by ferry from
Malta, and the day of the open air market at Marina di Ragusa. By the time we
arrived on foot the last stall holders were packing up so we were not able to
buy anything. We did not come away empty handed though as a few unsold tomatoes
and zucchini were left behind and we were free to take some.
After siesta we cleaned and tidied another corner of the
boat, and put everything away ahead of the next gale forecast for tomorrow. We are happy to have rented the place in the marina for another month.
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