All Souls in Berzniki

For Anglo-Saxons like myself, fervent scrubbing of graves and preparation for visiting family graves is a strange concept. Many families spent this time of year locked in the heavy traffic flowing from graveyard to graveyard. It is quite a pretty sight to see the twinkling of so many candles in the darkness of the first November rain, which was sufficient to dissuade me from my initial intention of tripod and long exposure. It isn't the best of photographs, but I hope it at least gives an impression. The graveyard was already deserted by the living at the time we returned home from dinner at A and Z's. We haven't usually needed to take this circuitous route but until someone sorts out the official dirt track, this is the way to go.

Z made a splendid dinner of potatoes with cream and boletus mushrooms with perch caught by A on his early morning fishing expeditions. The soup looked good too but it wasn't gluten free.

It was also great to catch up with Kora, A's mum's dog which was rescued from outside the shop in Giby a couple of years ago. She was in fine health and joined into the conversation from time to time.

A and Z were complaining about the wild boars that had been helping with the garden recently.