I went to meet a dear friend today with the purpose of walking together on the Penrose Estate but the hailstorm on my way over and its continuation for some time meant that we stayed local and walked around their garden and woodland.
The chickens didn’t seem to mind the hail or the rain. Their eggs are so lovely – pale blue, white and two shades of brown.
On our walkabout N spotted a fox at the bottom of the field. A long zoom just caught him before he slunk back into the hedge. The new woodland is growing really well and Bluebells are appearing in their natural habitat. Regular readers may remember us helping to plant 800 trees last year just before the first lockdown.
It was such a treat to walk and talk with a good friend in the calm and loveliness of their patch.
Sorting out things in the shed the other day, we came across a tray of bits and pieces that we inherited from Mum’s shed. There were some marbles, various small tools and a screwdriver set. I used one of the screwdriver bits this morning to put up a hook in our allotment shed and thought as I did so,’The last hands to touch this were my Mum’s.’
A card arrived in the post from a friend who had read my most recent letter in The Guardian. As she wrote inside, she hoped that my feminist brain would would appreciate the irony of this card. I do and I love it.
The seas were rough and wild.
It feels today as if all the rain that hasn’t fallen in April has arrived overnight and all day. The shepherd arrived late this afternoon to feed the sheep who welcomed him with raucous baaing. I took the photo through an upstairs window. The lambs have certainly grown and have lost both their baby-ness and their springiness. .
Through the window I also took a photo of the tulips on the steps being battered by rain and wind. When I looked at the photo I realised that a couple had broken off so I brought them in and found several others that looked as if they need some tlc.
After an hour or so of having the orange ones indoors, I began to realise that they have a wonderful scent. I haven’t met scented tulips before. I shall certainly plant more of these next year after I have checked their name.
We had lots of blueberries so I looked for a recipe and found Blueberry and Macadamia nuts Flapjack. No macadamia nuts (I don’t like them) but lots of almonds so those are what I used. It is very tasty and softer than many flapjacks.
A huge and beautiful Cornish cauliflower was delivered by our brilliant local greengrocers so Caulifower Cheese with crispy bacon was our supper tonight with plenty left over to roast, make soup and turn into ‘rice.’
We were there to meet with friends for a celebration of our Dear Friend, Ti’s, 102nd birthday! Godolphin is where she generally celebrates her birthday. When she was 99 she walked to the top of the hill, her 100th was on the beach at Gylly Beach, the next year, after a broken hip, she went half way up Godolphin Hill and this year we picnicked in the lower field. Here is the cake and some of her cards.
We had nothing much more than carrots in the fridge so I looked up carrots on BBC Good Food and found Carrot Biryani so that’s what I made and it was truly delicious.