The last few days have been a bit of a let down as far as warm sunshine goes: we haven't had any. It all went wrong after the summer solstice a week ago. Before then we had enough sun to keep even me happy, but ever since it has rained, or been dull and breezy on almost a daily basis. Time to turn my attention to the mess indoors and the rattling of empty cake tins. The weekend is upon us.
While the rain pattered against the windows and the wind whispered round the cottage, Pea and I cranked up the radio and settled in for a few hours baking. When the mood takes me I can get quite carried away in the kitchen, but I always seem to be making cakes and biscuits. I have little interest in making savoury pies and roasts at the moment, that is something I enjoy more in the autumn and winter and cakes are so gratifying to make and eat; especially eat.
By now the rain was starting to fall with the express purpose of soaking us to the skin, so we turned and retraced our steps homeward. I love days like this. I don't mind that we were getting very wet. It was a pleasure to be out in this beautiful landscape, just us and the sounds of the countryside around us. Peace and quiet.
By the time we got home all four of us were drenched. Pea rubbed the dogs down and gave them a carrot each. We dried ourselves and had a cup of tea while watching Wimbledon, where the sun was still shining. I made the mistake of leaving my cosy chair for a second and when I got back it was to find Puppy had made himself nice and comfy in my absence. Charming.
Never mind, I can ply them with cakes and all will be well!
Have a lovely weekend and thank you for reading.xxx