Bank holiday brunch, on my own, al fresco

Eggs (of course) with non Gables salads.
We are in the season that is called “the hungry gap” because most of the stored produce has run out. We are on our last sack of potatoes. There are no more strings of onions or garlic in the onion barn and we have salads in the polytunnel, kale outside and an abundance of asparagus. There is rhubarb to stew and summer fruits in the freezer but we spoil ourselves with bananas and tangerines and lemons, tomatoes and more.


Granddaughter is lying on a lounger working on the plot of a book and now J has joined me with his cup of lemon tea

A few minutes solitude has revived me.

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