Big person meets small person (Whee)

So our old friend Brad, back in the country, dropped by again, for his (what has become an) annual visit.

Istra wouldn't stop wiggling and proto-jumping, and the light was no good, so all the pictures turned out not so good. But here is evidence none-the-less. Some year we will get a decent picture of Brad, maybe... some year.

Should I reveal how for an exciting time we took him out to a Quaker meeting? Should I relay the tale of granola bar breakfasts and a fruit bar on the run? The traditional shower? The fascinating iPod hacking/napping session? What was done with the sheep and goat cheese? Alas, no time... which is good... because it sounds much more exciting this way... whee.