Shared Breakfast

Our two visitors wandered up from The Red House as planned, and Rose arrived from town for a breakfast get-together. We sat as far apart as we could. Of course it's a risk, but most things in life are a risk so we take the precautions we can and hope for the best. The fun of meeting old friends makes it worth while.
It was fun to talk about the old times we shared. We all worked together teaching languages back in the 80's, here in mid-Sweden. Rose and the visitors all worked in Libya before the Arab Spring turned nasty. Our visitors were plucked out by their employer but Rose had a more traumatic time before finally arriving home. We also met up in Porto a few years back and now most summers we spend a little time together.
Once breakfast was over all the visitors departed and we continued the never-ending work around the garden.
This is a backblip from a couple of days back.