Harriet and I visited Sarah for coffee. We took buns. The salted caramel pastry was good. So was the jam doughnut. They were cut up into smallish pieces for sharing. Hannah and Issac were there. Issac is adorable and rather good in Harriet's arms. A trip out was much needed for both of us.
The news told me about our cake culture is giving us tooth decay. I am not terribly surprised.
Tim and I walked in the forest where the frost and ice had not cleared. I love the sound of creaking ice under my wellie.
We are planning a clear out of the kitchen. Stuff sneakily accumulates until there are piles and bits and things without any cohesion. It's gotta go.
|Frost and Ice, Watercolour|