Wilf joined me as we parked the car and examined a flyer that set out the days activities. After a seven am cycle tour of the nut groves there follows folk dancing, a performance of traditional songs by a local singer, line dancing by the Country and Western club, donkey rides and at ten thirty the crowning of Lady Nut 2010 by the Cofraternity of Nuts. You could never, ever make it up. At eleven, five new members are coopted into 'la confererie de la noisette'. I guess that makes them brother nuts.
Nothing will stop us from going to see the crowning of Lady Nut 2010. Pictures and a full blow by blow account tomorrow. As Wilf settled down with his squirrel in the newly decorated downstairs hallway I jokingly said out loud ' We've ended up living in a lunatic asylum'. Wilf looked up, squirrel in jaws, as if to say " Life is God's novel. Let him write it ". Then he fell asleep.