Lenny blenny and Penny Blenny.
During our holiday-at-home spent a fair amount of time in two very familiar yet excellent places.
The wood behind our cottage, where we discovered small clouds of butterflies during the golden hour and Minnie the dog (now 15 and in her sprightly dotage) pretended to be a top predator as ever, but in reality scampered about a bit and burgled blackberries from the bushes.
We burgled some too of course…
The garden and my shed/studio. It’s a small box of holiday at the end of the garden. We always feel relaxed in this little space. There’s been lego-ing, barbeque-scoffing, lolling, napping and sheltering from rainstorms up there. It may not be a beach hut but watching the dog dozing on the lawn next to my cutting patch (whilst eating a chunk of cake and sipping a gin) was almost as good as a view of the sea. Almost.
Finally I have been on a small baking odyssey during our break. I made scones for only the second time ever. Have you ever eaten a dense, baking powder-bitter scone in a teashop? I’ve had plenty and having made tragic pancake-like scones that tasted as though they were made entirely from neutrons on my first try 15 years ago I felt the scone fear. I tried a recipe involving a squeeze of lemon in the milk, added zest to the mix and used cranberries instead of rasins and they were a light fluffy joy with a delicious crust. In fact we had them for breakfast the next day, after which the entire batch had disappeared.
Despite my reservations we do feel refreshed and ready for the *whispers* A-word which I can feel creeping round the corner.
Have you ever had a staycation? What did you get up to?