And lest you think I am a stick in the mud who cannot celebrate a festival (and sure, I have given you cause for thinking so) here is a photo of my beloved and I at the New Years Eve festivities in dear old Penrith last night. We took Tom and a friend too and whilst they were spending my money on carnival rides, we sat on a picnic blanket amidst the thronging crowd. The heavens opened at 8.30 but cleared in time for the fireworks at 9.