{From Good Friday...}
Cat on my lap sounds like a motor. Such steady and consistent purring, and I am looking back at photos taken this Easter past. To me, like a dream the Easter holidays read. With the tables and chairs pulled outside, we sat in the autumn light. On the table, three white rabbits stood guard as we chinked glasses of mint julep cordial. See No Evil, Hear No Evil and Speak No Evil lived true to their name and made a fitting table centrepiece. Rolling into Easter Sunday, the table once more set, we enjoyed further delights home-cooked. We held our own small film festival and watched many of the films of Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Pedro Almodóvar respectively. Now sated, now rested, now all at ease, I think Easter in autumn is my favourite holiday.
{...through to Easter Sunday.}
Louise and I make an appearance in Kinki magazine. (We've translated the text with aid of Google and we are more than flattered.)