Day Twelve: Home

The longer we stay the more this place feels like home but at the same time, we think of our home. Without saying it we are all aware that we will have to leave this place soon. The wind is going from our sails, we are all a little less patient with each other and we begin to dream up ways of continuing what we have here, at home. A mourning almost.

Today was another balmy day of warmth and sunshine. Bacon and egg baguettes for breakfast followed by reading, playing and relaxing. After a light lunch we headed off on our bikes for Earl Soham hoping for a refreshing drink at the Queen Victoria. Hopes were dashed when we arrived to a closed sign so we headed to the strange butcher, come deli, come cafe for some apple juice and cake. Reuben held the phone and was the "navigator" using a map App to track our progress. Noah was chirpy and chatty, loving his new found freedom. Having made the six or so miles to Earl Soham and back Noah had more in his legs so we carried on in to Framlingham for a half at the Station Inn.

Whilst in town Cadan popped to the Coop for pizza making supplies while we headed back. Although it was late afternoon at this point no one felt like eating pizza much less cooking it while it was still so hot. So we played badminton and chatted to Richard and Esther. It was nice to connect with her about her growing passion for the injustices in the Palastine. Later on Esther and Edith Peck joined Ben and Reuben for a game of Badminton on the lawn.

Once the day had cooled a little we settled down to make pizza. I used two thirds of a bag of bread flour and guessed at the other ingredients. 16 pizza's later we were stuffed and had plenty for the following days lunch. The evening was wonderful. The one-at-a-time pizza oven forced us to take things at a leisurely pace. We all sat around the fire laughing,  drinking, reminiscing and generally enjoying each other's company, eating as and when a pizza was ready. 

To top off this already amazing scenario, as we sat eating and chatting we began to hear the most amazing singing. It was almost angelic with deep rich harmonies and words sung with passion. It took a few moments to realise that the singing was coming from the farm house. The Gibbon family were all sat around singing. Another piece of Suffolk gold! We presumed that they were rehearsing for a performance at Greenbelt but also liked to think that it was in some way for us too. Priceless!