Tribes talk

I went back to Triabunna to look after the dogs for a night.  Georgia was setting up her exhibition at Cradle Mountain.

It was also the  night to celebrate Maria Voices 5th birthday.  A very joyous occasion!

Jilly took this book to read to Billy and Miya.

Exhausting apparently.

I finished off this book.  Deliberately gothic, it is written in the first person by a woman who is a Victorian crime writer in constant conversation with her two main characters.   I found this rather exhausting at first but got the hang of it.  It seems rather fluffy until the nature of the crimes she finds herself actually involved in come to light.  These are amongst the most horrific crimes that I have encountered in fiction.  Patricia Cornwell's Scarpetta books come to mind.  They got to a point where I could no longer read them.

Fortunately I found this old favourite on Georgia's book shelves and regained my equilibrium.  I'm not sure if this is the copy Corinne gave me years ago.  It was confronting at the time to us career girls  of the 1970s.  It is vibrant and beautiful but not a lifestyle for me.  I realise that now I live a life of gentle domesticity - but without the cluttering creativity!

The day I got back to Bellerive was a big news day:  Ella has signed for her first ever flat, and Willowa won the 40km Pichi Richi Marathon.  And the next day was Tamasin's birthday.

Bertie and the birthday fairisle scarf.