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Dragons boat beginning / participating in the F Project parade and meeting Mr Jones / the Christmas market in the old Fletcher Jones Gardens.img_0374 img_0384 img_0386 img_0387 img_0389 img_0392 img_0395 img_0397 img_0401 img_0406 img_0407 img_0408 img_0418 img_0427 img_0432 img_0433 img_0440 img_0443 img_0446 img_0448 img_0451 img_0455 img_0457 img_0458 img_0463 img_0464 img_0469 img_0470 img_0473 img_0474 img_0476 img_0477 img_0480 img_0481 img_0482 img_0499 img_0501 img_0511 img_0514 img_0521 img_0524 img_0525 img_0526 img_0527 img_0528 img_0529 img_0530 img_0531 img_0537 img_0540 img_0544 img_0545 img_0546 img_0549 img_0550 Hightower sports a fine Fletcher Jones cape. img_0561 img_0563 img_0564 img_0575 img_0581 img_0583

It’s going to take more than a few minutes to write about all the wonderful happenings of yesterday, so I’ll leave you with some photos to give you a taste (although I realised there’s no photo documentation of the final event with Jo and Dean at Blarney Books and Art, where I also caught up with a friendship made on a previous visit to the Shire of Moyne). We met at one of Blarney’s BiblioArt openings, an we discovered connections that kindled our friendship.

And friendship was the note on which the evening ended as Jo, Dean and children shared a family meal. I may have forgotten to organise a photo of the toast to launch the exhibition, but you can imagine and I have the fine memories.

When I’m at home, I’ll either update this post or write an adjunct.

Home! My week of residency is drawing to a close and I’m driving back home today. There’s the joy of going to and the sadness of going from, both with wonderful memories and antici. Such an amazing medley of feelings.