When those in the know talk of sourdough, and great bread the word ‘alchemy’ always pops up. And chemistry. That kind of puts me off. So maybe I’ll just think about great tasting bread with cheese.
And the cheese. Ale and mustard and Caerphilly. It was a great lunch.
More purchases. Tureen dishes. Filled with flowers these are going to make rather grand table decs. Later this week there are plans for twig hunting. You know when you have an image of the perfect twig in your head? No, just me then? Oh well. The answer to find the perfect twig is to don a sensible pair of shoes and take up the pruning saw. Fruit trees watch out, your days are numbered.