William is here...
and below is Hannah teaching him parrot lore.
We tried to go to TyRex but it was closed. Yves said it was because of the night market, last Monday he had no-one at all so he won't open on Mondays now. So we went to the night market where indeed all the world was gathered... here are Andy and Lou and James, below them half the town.
And then Charlie with her Dad Richard (Bobs nephew)
You can eat stuffed baked potaotes, pizza, cous cous; drink from a selection of local wines (we got Chardonnay from St Jacques, up the hill -) brebis ice-cream (thats sheeps milk so non dairy, in fabulous flavours - mine is liquorice but there were takers for rose petal and violet)
The town put out tables and chairs and pay for a band, which last night was perfect, sort of snake-charmery - not too loud or basey. Not enough tables and chairs though. Very crowded. Very good fun
Then in the night there was the mother of a storm, which has cleared the air marvellously and washed the studio floor - guess who forgot to close the skylites. Duh.
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