Tim spent the morning creating and cosseting (in between fixing my cranky emails) French sticks. I have to admit that they were much better than the softer versions I make. We ate them with spicy lentil soup (that I had made and was very delicious I proudly say) after a very muddy walk with John and Diane. We made it back before the yellow weather warning for rain set in. Bobby, their dog, had a heart stopping close escape. His lead broke. He went one way. A car swerved the other. We spent the rest of the afternoon recovering from the near death experience eating and drinking with the woodburner fending off the cold.
Washing off Much Mud
Pen and Watercolour
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