Wednesday, 4 December 2019
The weather has been cold, crisp, frosty and very beautiful. A nice change from never-ending rain and flooded fields.
I should have taken advantage of the fine weather to get outside and rake the leaves from the lawns, or to continue cutting back some of the shrubbery. Instead I have taken extra-long walks with Toby, visiting some of the places which were inaccessible due to the poor drainage of the clay soil around here.
We have walked miles through the fields, skirted ancient woodland, and I have pondered about the countless feet which have walked these pathways since the days of yore - the people, their daily lives, clothing, footwear.
I get lost in my thoughts but, luckily, one part of my brain keeps a look out for wildlife and things of interest.
On one occasion I saw an enormous flights of geese making their raucous way to somewhere else, a common enough sight around here, but what made this particular group special was that they had a flock of much smaller birds flying with them, inside the 'V' formation. A sight I have never seen before. They looked sparrow-sized, but could have been a little larger. I wondered whether they were 'hitching a lift' taking advantage of the aerodynamics provided by the motion of the much bigger birds.
Home again, home again. Rub-a-dub-dub-dub/paddy-paws/paddy paws. Good boy Toby. Sit! Have a biscuit...
Off you go!
Time for a cup of tea and a quick read.
The old piano stool makes a handy table/repository for my current books/research material. I should work at my desk, down the other end of the house, but Toby and the cats are not allowed down there and they hate being left alone when I am in the house.
Duty calls, I need to get on with housework and also with writing a few more Christmas cards, but all that can wait for half an hour.
Old recipe books and books about the history of food await.
In many ways I would rather dig and delve into the books than cook. However, I cannot deny that I like trying out new (to me) recipes from these old volumes. At the moment I am particularly interested in old Lincolnshire food, though one would really need to be a meat-eater to do full justice to all the local dishes, many of them require pork, for country folk depended on the pig to keep them fed.
Luckily I have found a very traditional dish which has so many variations and traditions associated with it that it will keep me happily occupied until Christmas. No meat required. Thank goodness.
More in a day or two.
Feel free to ignore my ramblings, I know it won't be of interest to many, but the blog will help me to keep a note of my various attempts.
Enjoy the week.
Keep warm, be safe, be happy.