Listening to Annie

We all went out to Bart en Kirsten's house in Ramsel, for a long planned afternoon of eating drinking and blethering. (More friends arrived after this...) Annie, on the right, had travelled all the way from Ieper to see us - she is such a good soul. We'd met her from the train at Brussels midi and visited the huge market that takes place beside the station every Sunday (used to be a favourite of Ogatodomar's). We got olives, Morrocan bread, etc.

It was a lovely afternoon, but we were all naturally rather subdued because of R's death yesterday.