Living on a little island in the middle of nowhere, we are usually a little zio deprived.

Sometimes we get lucky though

Sometimes, we get a whole month of a resident zio

Complete with grandiose plans, epic installments of the family favourite “running out of petrol game”, giant pots of pasta, beans, bony meat and the contents of an entire jar of mixed italian herbs. . .

O, and a garden!

Fitting that he came all the way over the ocean to help us sink our roots into a new little bit of soil.

Thanks little zio (and Big Zio, for lending us your first-born)!

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