UFO landing (aka “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie”)

Population 24-ish

I’m settling down into the routine of having guests on the island.  Every night there is a big dinner on the front veranda overlooking the bay.  The guests seem to be all super rich wine makers and foodies.  It isn’t cheap to stay here.   So far there has been some insane competition on who can impress the rest of us with their cooking skills and access insanely expensive or homemade ingredients.  Some bring their own wine from their vineyards or beef from their farms.  There are fishing expeditions nearly every day.  They dragged clams from the bay in front of the homestead one day for a clam and chilli pasta.  Ten huge lobsters ended up turned into a green thai curry.  Huge fish are rolling up onto the table expertly cooked by foodies on a spree.

Last night was the super moon.  It was the closest the moon was going to come to the earth in the next thirty years and was supposed to be the brightest and biggest it’s been for decades.  The light falling off the rising moon and glistening on the water made it look like a UFO landing on the horizon.  Fresh caught Salt and Pepper Squid appeared and then a slow roasted goat.  The 80 year old Italian family patriarch was holding court on the lawn with his sons and nephews smoking and watching the moon rise.  He had given me a lot of strange and sometimes incomprehensible advice on life and love over the last couple of weeks.  He jokes that I’m his new girlfriend.  It seems that he owns half of Perth.  Will and Ollie and I used the Ipad SkyWatch app to map some of the stars.  We found the saucepan (otherwise known as Orion’s Belt).

Then we all sat around drinking homemade wine and eating goat under the super moon.