It has been a gentle day. In the morning Elja and I took Maitrisimha and Annetta to the station to catch their train north. We stayed in town long enough to have a coffee at a cafre. We had taken Tara, as we are trying to get her used to car travel. She came to the cafe in her basket. Actually she found the cafe experience more stressful than the car journey so we did not stay long.
Annette came to visit and joined in the Sunday service. Nice to see her again - three days in a row!
I had various small practical jobs. Jnanamati was busy in the kitchen and then grass cutting. Elja did some gardening.
I have realised that the Brexit vote has plunged me into a grief reaction. I am going through the stages. First shock, then anger and dismay, now a more general melancholy. I seem to have lost my home. I am not French, but I hardly seem to be English any more either, feeling so out of kilter with what that country has decided. I cannot align myself with that kind of xenophobia, nor with the kind of jingoism that seems to drive people like Andrea Leadsom. It feels a bit as though UK had pulled up the anchor and sailed off into the North Atlantic leaving people like me behind.
Here is a picture of Tara at the cafe...