Easter

Easter time in England! When there actually are baby bunny rabbits and spring flowers and all that new life bit! Quinn the cat refrained from eating rabbits all weekend out of respect for the season.

We had planned on watching an Easter parade with Morris Dancers and everything in town, after an Easter service in the Methodist Church. Strangely, the children weren't all that keen on the idea of the Morris Dancers, even though we had shown them some last year at the Canberra Folk Festival. They thought they might score some more eggs at church though, the holy terrors.

As it happened, the farmer invited us on an Easter Egg hunt up on Mike's field at 11 oclock. The children were very keen on this idea, oddly enough. So we thought we'd check out the Anglicans instead, at an earlier service. We thought that ancient St Martins (where we had seen the bells) would be pretty special on Easter Day.

Well, the kids still got bribed with Easter eggs. Eleanor even went and painted some hard-boiled ones at the back of the church. It was beautiful and flower decked. BUT, they had a band, and modern soft-pop songs. We Bach choristers can only sniff at this sort of stuff...I mean, all the beaut Easter hymns to choose from ignored... but, as Wayne said, it could have been a lot worse. The band knew how to play, and it wasn't screaming and jumping stuff. What a missed opportunity, though, with such accoustics and an old organ. Ah, well.

Then home for the egg hunt. The Easter Bunny had already left the children a big egg filled with little cream eggs during the night. Also, the children's Nan and Grandad had sent over some Easter Bilbies; but you can never get enough chocolate, it seems. Off we trooped to the high field that Mike is turning into a fruit and vegetable garden, hindered only by the fact that Wayne's wellies had disappeared. Had the Bunny borrowed them?

The children from next door were there, with Mike, their Dad; and the farmer (Andrew) plus wife and brother, with his teenager and toddler. The grownups chatted, while the kids scurried about finding eggs. It worked out at about 20 little eggs each, so they even gave us one or two. We all trooped down to Andrews' for a cuppa afterwards. It was very nice just getting together with the neighbours. The sun was out, too, in the morning.

AND, Wayne's boots were in the field, with an egg in them. I suspect it was a child grabbing something to wear trudging up to the trampoline who had left them there. All's well that ends well.