Dominique, spelt like a girl’s name but he’s a bloke – don’t ask…has reinstated the Sunday morning walks for any one in our village who’d like to join him. So…up with the larks this morning and we’re off. Six of us, and of course, our dog. It is a truly beautiful, bright morning. We all seem to be enjoying the fresh air and the thought that spring is in the air.
Plenty of turned over clods of earth and other signs that there are still wild boar around…safe until september now – hunting finished at the end of February. Enough said.
I went back later in the midget to collect a couple of offcuts
Back for the traditional Sunday roast – I know we’ve lived in France for years… but nothing beats those flavours
what you can’t see here are the preparations for the yorkshire puddings, lashings of gravy, home grown green beans and sage and onion stuffing!
And just look at the size of these parsnips – grown by a friend of ours down in the valley – truly scrumptious – creamy and roasted to perfection.
…and now for a doze by the fire! Happy Sunday.