Chess

A beautiful Sunday, sunny, warm, with a cool wind blowing in the afternoon. Tess was off to Dreamworld or Movieworld or Somesuchworld up the Coast with a few friends and Yarrow joined Ton and Ellen for the Lismore Carboot Market, which they (almost religiously) go to every time it is on.

At lunchtime Yarrow, Ton, Ellen and I met at the Eltham Valley Pantry which is a cafe in the middle of a Pecan farm, ´just down the road´. Yarrow had bought me a present on the market, knowing I have a penchant for chess sets, and part of the time we spent leisurely playing a game of chess ... Since neither of us really know what we are doing, it was even more enjoyable. The fact that my Queen at some stage managed to take her King was, well let´s face it, much more a stroke of luck for me than strategy... I mean, the way we play the game is that we tell each other what moves we might be taking, retract moves if we suddenly decide it wasn´t such a good idea after all and sometimes decide not to take a piece, even though we can, in the interest of the game...