Back from another tribal gathering in the Isle of Wight, but they have all drifted back home now. We get together every year for Julia`s birthday, this is the fifth since she died in 2004.
I had to get back earlier on Saturday, as I cooked supper for our dear Russian ex residents and their Auntie Maya from Moscow, plus her Russian professor friend Alexi, also Latvian Y who used to live here, and M, her chap, so we were eleven including the children. Baby Alexander who was christened here a few months ago by the Orthodox priest, is now crawling round the table legs. We had a bit of a sing song after supper.
Now I have an Australian woman staying who is a devotee of Krishnamurti so she has been out to Brockwood Park nearby to the Krishnamurti School. Otherwise everything is very quiet here. I shall be glad when it all gets buzzing again.