The court of King Caractacus

'Take down your glad festoons, your garlands of roses'. Well, around here it is more of festoon of drying wetsuits and the only garland-ish thing is the bouquet from the garbage bag or the bait. But our visitors flew off to Melbourne, waving, and threatening/promising to return, and so the kids wetsuits must come down and packed away. The bouquet has already gone to Flinders tip. The reality of island life is that it has to be long series of good-byes. At least, if we do it well, it's 'we can't wait to come again' but there is a sadness to it. Well, it's the price you pay for a small world and a small community. We're ging to have to fll the freezer with our quota of flounder again, but our visitors at least caught some of their meals. The difference in being self-sufficient for two and for seven is considerable.

And in the spirit of spreading one's blessings we have taught young Declan the words to 'The ladies of harem of the court of King Caractacus' - for which his sibs and parents may one day forgive us. Possibly. I wish I'd known all the actions. Mind you - as they're all on a small plane... maybe not.