I just had to record this as it is so unlike Chinta. She had looped the sacking over the bridge (a broken rung is hanging down) and was launching herself off the platform to spin round and round. Her daughter, Natalia, was watching from above. In 20 or so years of observing her, I've always considered her rather anti-social and self-contained, morose maybe, and this was as though she'd decided to see what this fun malarkey was all about. Natalia's joie de vivre must be rubbing off on her.
