A weekend in the kitchen

The sun was already warm when I trotted down the track with the rubbish bags this morning. It was glistening off the grass, bejewelled by a heavy dew. Skylarks and snipe were on the wing and there was not a breath of wind. What a wonderful day. Far too nice a day to be going …

Whoopsadaisy

I have been wondering what have I been doing, if anything at all