I got up and enjoyed the morning sunshine surrounded by vegetation in the long wide conservatory that runs down the side of Government House. However, for me this morning's highlight had to be being allowed to raise the Union Jack up the flag pole in the front garden at the start of the day while a small tourist bus stopped on the nearby road, people piled out and cameras clicked. Somewhere out there I am immortalised in the holiday snaps of holiday makers.
A large part of today was taken up in the large, industrial kitchen of Government House as we all mucked in to get our New Year’s Eve dinner prepared. My job was to make bread, rolls and humous which took up the morning, a task made more difficult by being in both an unfamiliar and a large kitchen. I was hunting down food and equipment from amongst a main kitchen, a large pantry and a store room which between them had three large fridges and any number of draws and cupboards. By late afternoon I needed a break and headed off with Emma to yet another white sand beach on the peninsula to walk the dog. On my return I squeezed in a walk to the pub with Nigel's sister and nephew before throwing myself into the evening's festivities.
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Eight of us sat around the dining room table. In addition to myself and Nigel’s family a Falklands couple with their son were also invited as guests for the evening. The husband was an interesting man, having arrived in the islands while back-packing around South America and had not left. He had had various jobs on sheep farms and his stories spoke of the basic lifestyle here that existed not so long ago. He now owns the farm at Bluff Cove with the sideline in penguin trips for cruises and he holds some clear views on the islands political position which he was keen to share with Nigel at the expense of time spent talking to others. I enjoyed his stories more than his company but nothing detracted from a fine evening and we all saw in the New Year before alcohol and tiredness overtook us.
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