What a scary thought talking to the world..... But how lovely to be able to share all those nibbly delicious bits of life that make it so good. I'm starting writing on a wet Bank Holiday Monday. A wet ride on damp horses followed by a scratch lunch for 8 around the kitchen table. It's our wedding anniversary today (13 years) and the end of a month with loads of lovely B & B guests, some brilliant fast rides in the cut fields round the house, and the death of my much loved Ducky a couple of weeks ago (she died of natural causes) followed by the death of Goosey a week later who I am sure died of a broken heart. She started pulling out her feathers the day Ducky died, refused to go to bed at night and then took herself off behind the house to die. I miss them both greatly: they were good company, loved coming into the kitchen to chill with me and were just pretty cool birds. Baby Chick has still been sleeping in the porch at night but she's now in the pen with the big girls and Cocky and hopefully might soon start laying eggs for us.
We've made some delicious concoctions for our guests and friends: Mango, ginger, lime and chilli sorbet was one of my favourites. Yesterday I cooked up the last pig's head and trotters from the freezer from our pigs and made some brawn. It's a bit of an acquired taste but it's pretty good with buttered toast.
A highlight has been the spraying of our elderly Mazda MX5. She is now a gorgeous burgundy red with red and white leather seats. Nigel, our farrier, told Mick he'd look like a hairdresser - but do we care? We drove to Salisbury in it on Sunday afternoon and went to the Turner Exhibition at Salisbury Museum and then had dinner at the Blue Orchid. We felt like the bees knees - and what else matters?