The sun shone today. I woke late as ever, cooked a light lunch of chipolata hotdogs with rosemary and thyme. Some clearing, 37 years allows one to accummulate a lot of crap. And then a walk. It is always a trip down memory lane walking on that beach. So many memories good and bad. We've been here a long time.
Back home now via pint in The Bell the sun is showing its last, wispy clouds float past on the gentle breeze and it is time for tea.
In the oven a venison shank slowly braises in red wine with bacon, onions, rosemary, bay and thyme. Simple to do let us hope it tastes as good as it smells. Not the haunch I was promised but noteworthy anyway. I will roast some potatoes in goose fat to go with it along with some vegetables-will see what dad has.
Having carefully cleaned my boots with a view to tomorrow's funeral I now have to do them again after our muddy walk. Looking at the sodden ground it may as well have been raining for weeks. It has been a strange winter. Little snow to speak of thank goodness, but rain and mud have been the order of the season.
Another Sunday rolls by. Another week to come as we march towards Easter. Dad plans to book our holiday for the end of May or early June. We are thinking of Sorrento, Naples, Pompeii and the Amalfi coast. All new to both of us.
Take care out there and see you soon.
I Heard a Voice.
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