Sloe day

A certain fragility this morning. In need of coffee and a square breakfast and a little quietness. Innis and Rosie drove over. Rosie's birthday the day after mine, but a difficult week with her mother being in hospital, among other things. Some horrible traffic bottleneck meant it took them almost two hours to get here too.

However we went up to the South Barn, and walked back down towards the Seven Sisters, stopped on a bench and ate a cheese roll, then walked round where we collected lots of sloes in that little wooded valley leading back to the Barn. But not before Rosie and Pippi both got covered in burrs, which had to be picked out of their clothes and pelts respectively. We also picked lots of sloes, for some reason I picked a few elderberries thinking they were tiny sloes. Much discussion of the best way of making sloe gin. 

Home to some chocolate brownies, which Innis and Rosie had brought, before they went home.

Then dragging more furniture around in our bedroom, so Amanda can finish off painting the room next week. A happy evening, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Below loved the dusty blue colour of the sloes with the yellow lichen, and the Seven Sisters.