Well, after the dissappointment of the cancelled Opera, Christopher and Dad and I set off for the weekend at the Lake. Lake St.John, where the lake house is, is some 120 miles away from Baton Rouge,and to get there we crossed into Mississippi and drove through Natchez,which is an old city and was one of the wealthiest cities in the U&gS before the civil War, as you can see from the homes. There is also the wonderful vista of Old Man River himself. We walked along the cliff path for a bit, just taking in the atmosphere and casually chucking in a couple of stones.
It was about at this time we started to say "is it getting cold?" Across a hugebridge over the River and back into Lousianna, and on to the camp. It was one of those magic moments, when you walk in the back door of an ordinary looking house, and then look out the front and say 'WOW'. The Lake was like black glass and the cypress trees were reflected in it and there was a million little black ducks, and lovely white cranes swooping, and my personal favourites, the big blue cranes. the house is actually built out over the water, as we family members know, and then there is a jetty, or dock as they call it, which stretchers 100 feet out into the Lake, with places to sit and watch the sunset, places to park your boal, places to jump off and swim ... and it was getting COLDER!
Canette and the boys and the dogs didn't come up till Saturday as the boys had soccer, so we had an early dinner, watched "The Bucket List" on cable and slept cosy in the highest bed I have ever encounted. It almost qualified as a 'top bunk'. The morning found us cruising in the Miss Liddy, throung the enchanting world of the everglades. We came home at speed and it was FREEZING.
The family arrived, my new best friend , Miss Lil, from up the way a little, invited me to go to Mass with her at 4p.m., and we went to this little church of St.Francis of Assissi, in the little village called 'Waterproof"!!! I kept meaning to ask why that name. There was 11 of us there, plus the priest, who welcomed me and told me he was a Carmelite missionary from India, who had been here for 2 years. He still had his very pronounced Indian accent, but kept adding things like 'ya'll' .
On Sat night we had a progressive dinner round the Lake, riding in Lil and Paul's party boat. It was VERY FREEZING and I was joking about "the Snuggie" and next morning, Lil, who had been to the market, arrived with a blue Snuggie for me!!! We met some lovely people and ate tootoo much.

It is not quite winter here yet and autumn is just starting, it is not the sort of winter landscape like in Surrey. which was so stark and beautiful, especially when it froze and looked like diamonds, but the trees growing in the water and reflected in the water and hanging with Spanish moss, have that same cold effect. They say that the leaves will have all fallen by next week, but it has been very hot again today, so they will probably get a further reprieve.
Mr.Sweet and Miss Gloria came up on Sunday with a huge amount of shrimp to be boiled and eaten. I myself had left over vegies from the previous night and watched in awe as the others gobbled extraordinary piles of the little suckers. However I did indulge in several "S'mores" which are marshmellows grilled in the open fire and encased in chocolate and bikkies. "Give me s'more"
There were no fish biting and only a few cat fish on the set lines so Sweet and Gloria decided to come home on Monday as well. We had to come home a day early as the Opera had been rescheduled to the Monday night. It was a really great couple of days.
THE 4thGRADE OPERA
Loved it Loved it Loved it. It was clever and funny and hard to believe that it was all done by 8 yr olds. Luke, ofcourse was the best.
As The sun sinks slowly in the west we wish you adeiu from Lake St John.







