life in Tribes

Had to hurry home from work on Thursday to get to the school for Presentation 2014.

I am so pleased to be associated with this school via my maths tutoring.  It was a  great show not unlike the Olympics Opening Ceremony and possibly as long.  I left at 9.30pm because Steve was waiting so we could have dinner together.  Friday night was The Parade.  What fun!!!

I'd never seen so many people on the Vicary Street, the main drag.  I have some dissatisfactions with Triabunna and one of them is you never see people on the streets.  Except on Christmas Parade night.

Sis was a little miffed that Evie, the Ambulance Dog, got to participate.

From Vicary Street they followed the Esplanade and then re-emerged in our street.

And passed our house.

 Then back to Vicary Street and the paddock at the back of the pub for carols and concert.

Though Evie looked as though she'd be happy to stay at our place for a while.

Harvest

Friday evening Steve and I walked to the school (15 Melbourne Street) harvest festival.  Now this is how it should be done.  Usual Christmas things, lucky dips but also local produce, wines, fish and chips, mussels and oyster plates.  I had a glass of bubbly and oysters prepared 6 ways: won ton, sushi style, natural, mango salsa, salmon and sour cream, soy and ginger.  Fabulous.  The natural was like leaping into a big wave.

Back at 13 Melbourne Street we are in mushroom production.  Such lovely plump little numbers.  Enough for a good feed each day - in fact I must get some now while Steve is doing a sausage sizzle for lunch.  So, quickly, on our walk to fetch the paper yesterday, Sis and I grazed on delicious cherry plums - more cherry than plum, and samphire.  Well actually I feasted, Sis wasn't so keen.  On our second walk to the shop I discovered a fig tree with fruit...

A book and its body.

I have also just finished Nana, apparently one of Steve's Mum's favourites.  The print is tiny and it was a hard slog but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  The book fell to pieces as I turned the pages - a bit like Nana.  This is a deliciously lurid cover.  The woman's face on the cover reminds me of Miss Pat - some of you may concur.  Not that I ever saw Pat with this hairstyle, though many, many others.

Fair to mizzling

It is mizzling today.  This is the weather I used to crave in Wentworth and relished in St Davids.  The garden loves it

and hopefully some moisture seeps through the wood chips (though there's carpet beneath there...).

 

I've always loved lupins for the little gem they hold in the centre of their leaves.

These look sugar frosted.
Yesterday Wilma gave us some pink-eyes from her garden.  She asked for a container

and thought it was hilarious when I came out with this basket.  City Girl.  The little sandstone blocks are from Steve's carving.  He's back to making birdbaths from local stone.

On Friday he sketched our house for this year's Christmas card.  Last week I came home and was greeted by these roses.

Here's the flathead Wilma and Roger gave us for lunch last weekend.  I think we amuse them - and they say they love to see flowers in the garden now. 

We done good

I recently read this book.  It is the Pride and Prejudice story from the servants' point of view.  It's a good tale and brings home very clearly how hard servants worked.  It occurred to me as I travelled to work on the bus that my Mum's grandmother had been 'in service'.   Our children think nothing of travelling, living and working around the world.

hmmmmm Steve's birthday

We went to a marketing workshop in Triabunna yesterday so didn't take any photos for Steve's birthday.  Here he is last weekend en plein air.

Coincidentally the owner of this Boat and Beach business was also at the workshop and I saw his boat at the marina on my morning walk.

fetching the paper today

A Welsh sort of day this morning.  These marshy bits make me think of Avalon.

 

I found a large patch of samphire and had a little munch.  I'll put some in salads in future.

The amateurs were out early catching their one crayfish.  At one o'clock tomorrow the big boats can start cray fishing.

 

 

 

For some the season never ends.

Jackie, myself, I

Some of you know that I consider Jackie Morris to be living my life in St Davids.  I'm intrigued that she blogged about a concert this weekend and I was going to do the same.

I decided not to because of the quality of the photos.  But I had to share the coincidence.

school wind

My mention of the wind proved prescient. I tutored 3 Grade 7 boys today.  And of course the session was constantly interrupted by flatulence.  There were also sexual references and coarse language, but fortunately no nudity, sex scenes or violence.

They are, however charming kids and I learned a lot about them.  There may have been some maths learning too.  As you can see, the school is an august institution (or they nicked the stone from somewhere else).

Here's the view as I leave school and walk home.  The school is 15 Melbourne Street, we are 13 Melbourne Street.  I refer to it as the Paris end.