On Saturday afternoons we often had picnics on the flat mossy rocks that served as tables in the river at the bottom of our road. On Sundays we liked to pack our barbecue in the car and drive to a small waterfall where we would spend our day. This was before we had a garden and we would make barbecued mushrooms, brushing them with lemon, garlic and olive oil as they cooked. We passed the black ladies in the river on the way, undressed and grating their clothes on the rocks, sloshing away at them with their feet. It was our very favourite spectacle.