A Sunday evening - 24 January 2010 - marked Korakiana’s Vasilopita, a convivial tradition to mark the coming year and recall the last. It was at Luna D’Argento, a barn sized timber roofed building next to Sally’s stables belonging to Sally’s sister Rachel's brother-in-law and her parents-in-law. Lin and I checked with Leftheris that it would be appropriate for us to attend. After dark we walked from the main Ano-Kato road down a driveway decorated with many little white lights hung on surrounding trees. Outside it was chilly with just a few people behind us. Inside was bustle and glitter. A large square cake was on the centre table – the Vasilopita cake. Several generations were assembled to watch many performing in the celebration – the ambience of a family table multiplied. Free soft drinks were passed out from the bar. Starting with tribute speeches from the low stage led by Ano Korakiana's President referring to people and events, the music began; first a jaunty song, the singers strumming mandolins, then the Samaras Philharmonia spread across the centre of the hall struck up with tunes even I could hum – Get me to the church on time, the theme from Gladiator, Amazing Grace - followed, on a cleared stage, by the choir singing Greek songs, finishing with dances in traditional costume, the last of these special to Korakiana. Large pieces of cake were swiftly distributed. Any worry we might be intruding was dispersed by the kindness of our welcome, being beckoned to sit by the Leftheris, seeing parents and grandparents familiar to us carrying or leading small descendants, amid constant contented chat with pauses to applaud. The choirmaster asked very politely for more quiet at one point. I didn’t feel self-conscious about taking a few pictures, noting that Katya Spingos was, as she has at other events we’ve attended, acting as photo remembrancer while Thanassis, her husband, chronicles the life – past and present - of the village on its website.