John, Bobs brother, and his partner Jean arrived yesterday with Maddie, Jeans grandchild - so with Ziggy (the missing brother Phils widow) we tipped off to Couiza in the rain - had an excellent light show :) and far too much food. todays weather is keeping us guessing. Sunshine at the moment.
Esperaza Follies
- continuing where www.tilling-sur-aude.blogspot.com left off, with gossip and updates from a small French town
May 12, 2026
family fest
John, Bobs brother, and his partner Jean arrived yesterday with Maddie, Jeans grandchild - so with Ziggy (the missing brother Phils widow) we tipped off to Couiza in the rain - had an excellent light show :) and far too much food. todays weather is keeping us guessing. Sunshine at the moment.
May 8, 2026
bye bye for the moment
We all meet again in September at the Metaphorum conference in Manchester UK. We were entertained by many things last night, but this song may have won the round -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BDXKO7-KC0&list=RD4BDXKO7-KC0&start_radio=1Stafford Beer
May 5, 2026
Later, in the bar...
Garrick Filewood, Angela Espinosa and John Walker have been whirlwinding round Europe filming a movie about my papa Stafford, who was born 100 years ago this year. They are staying here for a few days.
Our Gracie is already staying here and is not fazed by cybernetics; Fanny and Dom are Montazel inhabitants and already known within the group.
Gorgeous night!! Much joy in discovering connections -
we'll be doing something very similar tonight, probably.
May 2, 2026
Charlottes birthday
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| Billy and Jo with the birthday babe |
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| Rose and Ole-Bendik in the background |
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| Gordon, failing to evade camera |
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| Clare, Atmo, Billy and Jo |
April 30, 2026
Love Fest
Teresa and Didier married yesterday - with an audience drawn from across the world -
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| Christian |
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| Teresa talking about marriage - |
To love is to risk not being loved in return.To trust is to risk being broken.But not to love or trust is to be already dead inside.
April 27, 2026
Sunday afternoon
The mornings can be a little grey but they blossom... well, so far. None
of us know what's in store.
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| John playing an invisible clavichord |
Missed the vide grenier (everyone said it was merde, dealers and crottes), missed the harp festival, caught the market - life is good.
Frantically burying the bodies now, Bob due back tomorrow.
April 25, 2026
seven years
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| Maryann, Terry and Kaye |
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| Norbert and Maryanne |
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| Louise and Mike |
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| Yvonne, Rose; Tim at the other end of the table! |
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| Maryann, Terry, Kaye and Bev |
Our hosts were amazing, catering to the cantankerous among us and constantly making sure all were fed and watered... and that the conversation never faltered (as if!) Here's joy to their next seven years.





















