The Year Everything Changed

the locals are friendly, if noisy

the locals are friendly

As the sun finishes this rotation around the sun, I write to you from the peaceful surrounds of our new home in the country. Sitting in my summer palace, sipping a fine local vintage, listening to birdsong and the soughing of a warm breeze rustling leaves. The air is perfumed by a magnificent Eucalyptus citradora, the wine, dinner cooking and the blossom that the noisy birds are squabbling over. The four elder girls have flown the nest. Beloved is again embarking on a pilgrimage to Texas, this time to step onto the World Stage .. and I have just retired.