On the Loose

I have to admit to still not being entirely sure about the merits of horse racing, remaining somewhat unconvinced of man's habit of using animals for his entertainment sometimes to the detriment of such animals. Which means I take something of a schadenfreude angle when seeing a horse belting round a race track having unseated its rider (though I can only take such a view having seen the tumble and knowing the jockey himself was uninjured).

New Year's Day walk was neatly interrupted by some remarkably coincidental timing running into Marti, Dan and wee Jude as we passed along the Portobello Prom.

Come the end of the day dinner was on my watch. Every now and then I manage to knock it out of the park. Granted it takes a good recipe to follow, but even so the garlic and tarragon pudding that went with the chicken tonight, courtesy of Ottolenghi's Nopi cookbook, was just simply perfect.

Good start to an arbitrary number change day.