...train coming down the hill

Gorgeously lazy morning, with a good lie in, a bit of a bask in the morning sun, a social call to meet a 4 month old puppydog called Pepe, and a raid of a couple of good delis and bottle shops.

In the afternoon was the blipmeet, held in honour of Mr Colin Parte visiting from Belfast, and for Cymbeline's 500th blip. More wine, food and cameras than you could poke a stick at!

Sincere thanks to Mr & Mrs Cymbeline for their hospitality and welcome to strangers at their door. And also for graciously letting their house be turned into the photographer's equivilent of a spaghetti western, with cameras firing from all angles, sometimes leaving one smack in the crossfire and wishing desperately (and futilely) for a large tumbleweed to drift past in the hopes of seeking momentary camouflage. With admirable foresight Annachronism, who had clearly been to a blipmeet before, came equipped with a mask to wear during the more trigger-happy moments of the afternoon.

I believe it was considered a success all round.

Once the Cymbelines had been eaten out of house and home After the gathering, I got an evening train back down the hill to Sydney. The train journey home, as is so often the case, was a fascinating exercise in social anthropology. Words fail me.

Here endeth the day.