Sunday 2nd October 2016

Up with the larks after another night of fractured sleep. I make coffee and feed the cats, then sit on the sofa with Molly to watch MOTD.

The day of unbroken sunshine did not materialise, at least until later, so we while the day around until with it getting brighter, we went foraging:

A bright Sunday morning, and we are out mid-morning to hunt for sloes and blackberries.

The dip was too flooded, or so we thought, so we walked down and back up Station Road before following the national cycle path past the Red Lion and back out into the countryside.

The hedgerows along the lane were almost free from fruit, but once we struck up to Barrow Down where we hoped there would be some sloes to be had. Up on the down, it was exposed to the keen north wind, making it almost cold. But the work in climbing up and down kept us warm enough.

There was, but not in huge numbers, but on the other side of the down beside the golf course we found more, and again along the path over the fields back to the village.

Blackberries are small and hard, but sweet, but not really fit for gin or crumbles if honest, so we leave them.

We walked back down the dip, hoping to find a path past the mud pool: I walked on the avoiding path, but Jools picked a path through.

There is a million things to do; Jools worked in the garden getting things ready for the work to begin on the new patio and work area down at the bottom of the garden. I make some tomato puree them create some free form pasta sauce with the orange tomatoes from the garden. Soon the house was filled with the fine smell of roasting garlic and Italian sauces.

There was an afternoon of football on the radio, some of which involved listening to Talk Sport, which is pretty much supported by the same online gambling sites that sponsor some of the teams playing: conflict of interest?

Spurs beat Citeh, Utd draw and the Arse score a scrambled goal in the last minute to beat Burnley.

The day is racing away, I cook boiled chicked with bacon and rice, much nicer than it sounds, before we test the new internet connection by watching Sky at Night on the i player. It worked perfectly.

And that was the day gone. Jools was pooped, so we go to bed at half nine, another weekend done and dusted.