Apricot tart reminds me of my father

Whilst working last night I began to feel really poorly. In the end I had to leave early and returned home to spend the night going from hot to cold. One moment I was boiling hot, the next shivering. I had the mother of all headaches too. When I woke this morning I felt completely washed out.

We had a quiet day. I made an apricot tart (which always makes me think of my father - apricots were his favourite fruit) and Nick fired up the barbecue. Treegonk joined us and was put to work in the kitchen. We ate outside looking out onto the fields. It was so still and Blue joined us, sitting on the fence, silhouetted by the sun as it slowly moved to the horizon.