Dinner at the Homestead.

For my final night at the Homestead I held a dinner. Mary helped greatly with all the food; we made fresh pasta. I put up a tarp to help stem the flow of water into the entrance. 

 


Cramming into the unit.

 
Lucina and Caren (joined by everyone) following Lux on a particular journey around the garden.

 
Rosa the dog with a voracious appetite.

Somehow the rain made the whole thing a more worthwhile experience, mud and wet and red wine. I think I drank too much (and subsequently had to spend a few hours in the NGA sickbay on Friday).