Sunday 26 July
First weekend of the summer jolly-days and I’m very much focussing on food. I guess this is a natural follow on from the simple stuff I mentioned yesterday.
The caterpillars of the Large White butterfly (see post from earlier this week) are feeding merrily on the Nasturtium flowers in the garden. It has been a great year so far for butterflies.
Today, I have made a rare visit to the kitchen to make dinner – pasties. Coming from the west country it has to be something I am able to make and to as traditional a recipe as possible.
So, beef, swede, potato and onion only. No carrot. No mince. And definitely no pre-cooked filling. I had mine with the traditional accompaniment. Legend has it that the tin miners of Cornwall would have half of their pasty filled with the beef and vegetables and the other half with spaghetti hoops (?)
We went on our new walk again this evening – for the second time, so not completely new. We came across no one else. It was like we had the place to ourselves. Appreciating what we have around us. Over the four and a half kilometers there is not one pavement or streetlight. That’s the same for pretty much every walk we do from our house. It was a grey day, and I noticed the leaves on the trees looking drier and starting to curl and crispen at the edges. I feel summer has peaked.
The Bald Birder 