Wondered about the stack of wellies. Had it been 2012, the guests may have been fighting over them. Instead, the hottest day of the year. As previously mentioned.
There was a gentle meander with two pooches. Can you call a rather robust labrador a pooch? Let’s call him Brad. Brad is partial to rolling in cow shit. The notice in the pub read ‘well behaved and clean dogs welcome’. Plan B. After rearranging much furniture we sat next to the marquee in the shade. It was perfect.
There was a fish platter of smoked salmon, prawns, gougons with tangy red cabbage slaw. Perfection on a plate. Steaks and roasts went down well too. Try it here.
Back at the plot, which has been neglected this week. Surprisingly everything was holding up well despite no water all week. Strawberries, gooseberries, and courgettes all looking good. Mange tout masquerading as peas – hey you can’t have everything.
And the girl who was papped yesterday? Somehow it made a news story. It wasn’t.