Sunday

The Russians did come - well, their representatives anyway! They went around to Mouse's first and did an interview with her, and then with M ... and then they all came to the Markets to do some filming as well. Mi and F were there early "dressing" the set - Mi had made Locuma, and there were spreads, and cheese, and two types of olives - all nicely arranged/displayed on a blue and white (yes, yes, we know these are Greek or Mother Teresa colours rather than Russian - or even Australian) tablecloth that came on a roll - very clever - and useful especially when we needed another table added to the set-up. It was a good roll-up/turn-out and even M and A's neighbours (parents of two very cute little ones) joined us. N, who had been there before we arrived, couldn't stay - which was a real shame because the folk at the table were a very multicultural offering - and we could have done with a French person in the ranks!

They seemed to get some good shots Of Olga at the Markets - I was standing behind the cameraman for a little bit and could see the screen on his camera - which was a Canon, large format, and looked like a stills camera but obviously did both - as he warned the assembled throng.

Afterwards, S and I went off to spend some time near the water - and Bumbles is the perfect place to do it. We were over the road, in the park, and managed to score a table that was part in sun (for me) and part in the shade (for S). That, a cool drink for each of us, and a paper to read made for a very pleasant interlude!

We were home early afternoon - in time to see a wonderful grey bird, shaped a bit like a stork (or how I imagine one to look - sans the baby in a daiper), or a thin ibis, settle briefly on L's paddock fence closest to Latimers before flapping away over the garage before I had a chance to get a camera out (which is amazing since I had three with me).