We pulled up the last of the tomato plants yesterday and stripped the green fruits. There were more tomatoes than I expected so this morning (having salted the fruit with sliced onions overnight to draw out the moisture) I am making chutney.
The garden in autumn
Some daylight left after family has departed.
A chance to move pots to the poly tunnel, tidy up the tomato bed
Put up a sign sent from Sweden
And admire the sinking sun
I looked after the grandchildren while father and son drove to the village and brought home
An electric piano organ (with the help of Neville and Andrew). An instrument that used to be played by a husband and wife who lived in the village and have now, sadly, passed away.
We will give it a good home in the barn and hope that some of our visitors will be able to play and then we can have a sing song around the piano.
Before the children left we collapsed into our chairs and read books and all of us nearly fell asleep!
Riding together
And Nigel came too
Playing amongst the hay bales
And Nigel came too
From an upstairs window – and other early Sunday morning scenes
Frosty paths
Tyres waiting for soil and carrot seed sowing
A tale of two cats
Both were in the kitchen. One watched, expectantly, as Jeremy ate his breakfast. The other sat, quietly, on my lap.
As soon as Jeremy left the room the expectant cat (Nigel of course) jumped up onto the sink to try and lick the bowl.
Out he went (I grabbed him and put him outside the back door) whilst Mabel continued to sit quietly without any thoughts of jumping onto the counter.
Just in time for a morning coffee
An unexpected visit from a village friend gave us a chance to have a five minute coffee break and a chocolate chip cookie.
Our lovely postman, Jason, is a fan of the biscuits too and quite often comes into the kitchen to fetch one as he delivers the post!
We just put the birds to bed in the dark
after a mad dash to London for an emotional and very special wedding.
Then we called in at a well known north London bakery and bought two chocolate eclairs
which we will eat later as we watch a highly charged “Question Time” on TV…….it will be all about Brexit, Brexit, Brexit and no solutions.
Oh Nigel, what are we going to do with you?
Can’t be trusted where any food is available. Last week it was half a bag of Hovis lifted from the bread board and today he managed to open the compost bin. And yes, we do feed him!
