The best adjective I can come up with for my past week is gentle. English life as experienced in my childhood. On Sunday I drove out to one of the villages to meet up with friends for a visit to a cottage garden and nursery, followed by a guided tour of the village church. (The tour was meant to last for half an hour but went on for an hour and a half, so I was becoming a bit fidgety toward the end).
|The cottage garden at Norwell Nurseries|
|St Lawrence's Church Norwell|
Continuing the culinary theme, I've been putting some effort into coming up with new supper dishes this week - life was becoming too predictable and boring. Earlier in the week, we ate Cod Steaks with Chorizo and Haricot Beans in White Wine and yesterday evening an incredibly quick and cheap concoction Chick Peas and Smoked Bacon Lardons in a Spicy Tomato Sauce. I've put the recipes on hub pages and you can reach them by clicking the links. I also made a rhubarb crumble with produce from the garden and some real custard sauce to pour over (no Bird's Custard Powder to hand). Resident squatting son seems to enjoy Bird's Custard ( which was devised in 1837 by a man whose wife had an egg allergy) but I prefer the real thing.
It's been a lazy, laid-back week. Mostly, I've been pottering in the garden, deadheading pinks and pruning shrubs. On rainy days I've dived into a pool of library books. At the moment, I'm revisiting Fay Weldon, who has to be my most favourite of all female modern novelists. So clever, acutely observational, and amusing. Getting down to the more serious reading material, I'm still working my way through The Strange Death of Europe by Douglas Murray. If you are starting to have concerns about uncontrolled migration it's worth a read. But be warned, it can read as extremely right-wing in parts and I can't agree with all of the points that he makes.
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Bye for now x