Kala!*

Islay was very happy when we went round the Thursday market. We stopped as usual at the plant stall so she could get her biscuit and I could have a chat; she said hello to Rob Soldat on the fruit stall and Ben the sheepdog on the stall that sells old garden equipment and other good quality 'junk', and then we went down towards the Clock Tower.
Islay's whole back end started wagging - the Greek man is back, with his olives and feta cheese. He remembered her, too, and gave her a little square or two of his cheese.

*Greek for 'Good!'