Recovery

This morning was about getting over the night before - smugly, we didn't have hangovers, just tired and too much food.  So this morning we took ourselves off for a long walk before the sun got too hot. The walk turned into a fence inspection of one of the further away paddocks to check all was well and that cattle can't get in (or out) too easily.  There are always some 'fence jumpers' as they are known.  

Our walk was partly in preparation for this afternoon's festivities of more food, we had to take something to share, I had great idea's of making a chocolate roulade and had spent ages tracking down dark chocolate - it's impossible to find.  So, as I started cooking, I came to crush the chocolate ready to melt it to find I had dark chocolate with hazel nuts in it.  Something of a disaster given we were already supposed to be at the neighbours.  I quickly changed tack and made a swiss roll.  I wouldn't say it was a disaster, but I wouldn't say I was proud.  It all went, so I guess some were brave enough to try it. 

Whilst out today, we watched with amusement as two farmers wives had an heated discussion about whether a baby could have a routine on a farm - one was quite forceful that it was quite an impossible thing, until Dirk added fuel to the fire by commenting that on dairy farms the cows are always milked at the same time each day.... we carried on listening to the conversation go around in circles, neither willing to back down.  It was our fault really for starting the whole thing by explaining we were late because it was Alex's lunch time - missing out that it was also our lack or organisation. 

We were then, rather bizarrely, asked if we would like to buy into / run a pie-making factory in town.  We adopted our very best British politeness and changed tack quickly, which in British speak means absolutely no way.