The good thing about living in a very small community is that, with a bit of a squeeze, we can just about all fit into one largish room for general celebrations.
That's precisely what we did last night, thanks to hard work on the part of our hosts, who transformed a room, placing old doors on trestles, covering them with white tablecloths and lighting the space with candles. We all sat down and ate in style, shoulder to shoulder, like characters from a Thomas Hardy novel.
Before the sit down we gathered in the garden, and now you can see the wisteria that hangs over the wall above the village letterbox in all its magnificence.
Equally splendid is the handkerchief tree