Sunday, April 15. To mass at 11. The church has seating for 100, but there were about a dozen standing. In a country such as this where there has always only been one church, religious observance has a very different meaning from in Australia. What that meaning is, I'm not sure, but something to think about. T this morning displayed remarkable intelligence. Overhearing X saying that my feet must be cold and I needed slippers, he went to get his own slippers and tried to fit them to my feet. One of his would just about accommodate my big toe. He doesn't say many words, but understands a lot, whether in English or Welsh. And though he says 'bo' for a ball, the moon, a light, a light switch, etc, in an extended metonymic chain, if you say 'where is the moon' he points out the window, not to a ball or a light. Seems to give the lie to the Whorfian hypothesis. In afternoon, after T's sleep, to local trattoria - antipasti alone would have made quite a handsome meal. Then with X to airport and reluctant goodbyes. Have been to smaller airports and flown in smaller planes, but not often. Landed at London city after skimming high rise buildings at rooftop height. Reminded me of old HK airport, where you could virtually pluck people's washing from the lines out of the plane windows. Much more convenient than Heathrow, so soon to A in SW1 and effusive welcome.