Thursday, May 21

Irma has returned from a meeting of the British Women’s Association where she joined The Events Committee.

I take Shanti for a walk. As always she wants to turn left into the old tennis court. Today, however, she springs into life and races up the hill. I leap after her.

She has remembered the way we went last time and follows the route over the hill, along past the ruins, over a gully, and down to Riskutie.

I take a picture of some of the ruins. I find this difficult because one of the features of the ruins lies in the fact that they remain half-hidden in the bushes.

Shanti likes this new place to explore and rolls around happily when we get back home.

She has a new self-made source of excitement.