Finished training the newbies then after lunch worked with M's cousin to give a chance in the novice tournament tomorrow.
Another block party yesterday, now that was astrange one. Started at 4, but when we got there at 4:15 they were already eating and sitting in two long lines. No introductions, no interaction. Thankfully the sun went below the trees and it was too cold to stay.

 As planned when school was out Brian and his parents made the trek to Ruby Bay and moved into an old house they had rented for the summer. Brian was on Cindy’s doorstep early the morning after they arrived.  Cindy and her parents lived in another small bay about a kilometer away.  They had a large vegetable garden that stretched out through a narrow strip of land that in ancient times had been under water.  It was now a fertile stretch that gathered nutrients from the rocks and wild shrubs that encased it.

 There was none of the usual awkward moments of getting re-acquainted, from the beginning they had always started their re-uniting as though they had only parted an hour before.

 When Brian appeared on the doorstep, Cindy bolted out the door yelling over her shoulder, “He’s here, he’s here, bye Mom!”

 Her mother followed her to the door a smile on her face, “Whoa up, just a minute. Hi Brian how are you, how are your Mom and Dad?”

 He smiled back, "Hi Mrs. Leigh, we are all fine. Can Cindy come over to our Bay?”

 “Sure right after she takes this bucket out to the compost. But you two be careful and I’m sure your parents are busy trying to settle in.”

 Cindy grabbed the indicated bucket and said impatiently, “Bye Mom, c’mon Brian lets go.”

 The two turned and raced off in the direction of the garden and dumped the contents of the bucket in the large compost bin. Cindy dropped the bucket and said, “Let’s not follow the trail, it’s quicker if we just go over the bluffs.”

Within minutes the pair had climbed up out of what was actually a shallow vale, as they paused on the moss covered rocks to look back an odd expression passed over Brian’s face.  He stared down over the rocks and said, “I’ve been here before.”

 Cindy said, “Yes we’ve been up here every time you come, you’re either silly or already getting old.”

 “No.” He shook his head, “ I know we have been here lotsa times, this is, this is uh different.”

 “How is it different, what do you mean?” She asked.

 “Have you ever had the feeling that something happened before?” He asked, and then went on without waiting. “It’s something like that, when I looked back down, I saw your garden only it wasn’t your garden, it was full of pumpkins.”