Yesterday, Sunday, was a beautiful day, we sat outside in the garden with coffee, and people attending church came over and talked. Violas plants were planted in pots but the long bed is in dire need of weeding, even the virginia creepers and ivies are crawling over the bed and onto the stone drive way. I had bought some yellow daisies as well for planting near the top, first time I had been to the nursery for all of the three months.
Just to note Weaver is not the only person who goes out, we went to the Plough Inn at Wombleton on Friday and I had a delicious lunch of polenta with a mushroom sauce, frites and salad, Paul always seems to have the burger, which is enormous and he can never finish. Ben the manager has this phenomenal memory for people's names and for their dogs, who are allowed in the bar area, much to Lucy's joy and she is always well behaved.
I have started taking her for a short walk, and she is careful not to go too fast, looking behind at me and stopping should I tug the lead, it will quite some while till I go field walking but we are getting there.
In my emails I have 'Cooking on a Bootstrap' which gives you cheap meals, and I note several bloggers follow the trend of getting food on the cheap, example is the 'yellow label' in supermarkets.
Well it is not something I do, we shop at Lidl and their prices are fairly cheap, but there are things which I refuse to buy, though this is difficult, one is anything to do with palm oil, the destructive nature of destroying the jungle to grow the palms but which destroys the habitat of so many wild animals.' therefore I am left with forking out for Lurpak....
Another is cheap chicken, the Co-op says that their stuff is fairly humane, and I want to believe them though of course how can I judge from a distance. One place not to buy cheap stuff is our local organic shop, her prices hit the ceiling, and I was shattered to find that the bag of dates I had picked up was £4 odd not the £1 odd I thought it was, but she is a nice lady and I get my bread flour from her. There was someone in the shop talking about the health benefits of fermented food, think sauerkraut, my grandfather used to make it when I was a child, far too vinegary if I remember rightly, though of course Japanese food also has similar, I am not good with acid foods!
Old photos, dear Sukie as she grew older, another rescue dog, she quietly pottered around our lives with Moss, though she never did the walks upon the downs. Scared stiff of the balloons that would float out of Bath and then over the downs, she would take off at a run, heart beating and trembling when you finally caught up with her.
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| This is a barrow that Moss poses by, it overlooked the surrounding countryside |
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| Kelston Roundhill a favourite walk |
Balloons scared our pets also. People sometimes gave me balloons for a birthday and I had to sneak them into the house and hide them in the closet.
ReplyDeleteI try to buy only organicly grown food but sometimes the prices are just too expensive.
It looked like you had a lovely Sunday out in the sunshine.
These were the large air balloons with people in the basket. Bath was only 12 miles from Bristol, where they actually made the balloons and had big festivals with them.
DeleteI am pleased to hear you went out for lunch Thelma. I have not heard of Wombleton - were there Wombles in the pub? Your lunch sounds lovely - we don't have anything as posh as polenta round here although we do get giant cous-cous.
ReplyDeleteOf course there were Wombles in the pub Pat, not sure polenta is posh, just unobtainable in Yorkshire;)
DeletePalm oil is a nightmare isn't it.
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Yes, and has found its way into most of everything, biscuits etc and displacing the world of the orang tun.
DeleteI've often thought that the presence of different pets through the years--and their passing--is a reminder of where we were and what we were doing. My husband recently saw a hazy old photo of the dog lost to him on a family trip when he was a boy--a poignant memory.
ReplyDeleteThat is sad, one never quite gives up on lost things, they are always there in the background. There is a photo of a pretty cat in the cottage in Whitby, which was a stray but lived in the pub opposite. But then a holidaymaker (took pity on it) and took it away much to everyone's anger, the locals said it was stolen.
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