A dinner in the big house

A slow morning, Lorraine busy doing crochet and me doing a bit of writing. Sam working today. We then were collected by Jade and driven off to nearby Pittenweem where there were some small art exhibitions. There met, Mog and Jerome, Mog's parents Peter and Shelagh, and colleagues of Jade and Mog... A philosopher called Mara, and a really pleasant guy called Graham, who is an Earth Scientist working with stuff to do with oceans. We all piled into a cafe where we got excellent hot chocolate and snacks. Then we all were invited down to Graham's new home where we had cups of tea, and Jade, Mara and Mog did a major survey of Graham's new dwelling. Then we all did, squeezing up a very narrow flight of stairs hidden behind a cupboard door into a third floor.

Then Jade drove us home, and she began cooking, and Lorraine and I relaxed in Burnside cottage.

The evening, Lorraine and I toddled off to The Big House, where we had jolly good evening with 'the commune', hosted by Jerome and Mog. Mog's parents Shelagh and Peter were there, along with Mara, who we'd met this afternoon. A lovely meal, featuring excellent pie craft from Mog of the chicken ham and leek variety, plus Jade made a rather spectacular brioche bread and butter pudding. Enjoyed the table talk lots, and nice to get to know Mog better, as I was sitting next to her. She is writing about magnificence at the moment, as defined by Aristotle. And glows with enthusiasm about it.  Shelia good on W.B.Yeats. Mara, another powerfully-brained philosopher who has beautifully-written a book called Dark Matters. 

Then we repaired to the sitting room, where Mara began playing songs, some of them carols, on guitar and piano. Peter and Shelagh singing in fluent Latin at one point. Lovely to be there listening to the music, hearing the gale howl outside the old house. Olan the giant long faced dog on excellent behaviour, also joined in the singing.

Lorraine and I on the way home, looking at Jupiter which was bright and lovely. A snap down at Pittenweem, and three philosophers: Mara, Mog and Jade, three philosophers, and a shot Mara took of us at the table.