The Bags

Not without some seriously teeth gnashing moments.

But I am inordinately proud of these.

The contrasting pleats and lined straps are very natty.

This pinny

arrived from 1950's Wales and provoked a rush of domesticity

in the form of this soup taken from a recipe in Resurgence


and this loaf using flour from here.

Happy Anniversary

If not actually disgruntled,
he was far from being gruntled.
P.G. Wodehouse

Whisked into a time wharp

only an hour's drive away

but it could have been a hundred years

for some servicable brushes

a basket of twine

and this fabric for new projects, from a proper draper's shop.

A lovely bright, breezy day

so I went for a walk and saw
quinces in a basket

supper on the fishmonger's slab

these dahlias

and these views

Useful, Beautiful or...

just plain amusing, which an aubergine with a pigtail most certainly is.

An empty bird feeder is neither useful nor beautiful

So following a useful reminder from Anna, I filled the feeder,

and within minutes I was able to take these very bad pictures of

a robin

and a blue tit. How do they know?

Before the frosts kill them off

and the garden chairs get put away

Red leaves, white curtains

Red leaves

White curtains

Leaves from the morning run

Startling colours on a dull day.

French apple tart

Do these look familiar?

Waste not, want not.

A Walk

Looking towards Cuckmere Haven
illustration from Walking at Week-ends by SPB Mais

Red barn

Moon rise towards Beachy Head

Sunset at Birling Gap