Sunday lunch

Inelegantly served from a takeaway box, my innate artistic sensibilities overridden by the need to get on with it.

I’m sure we agree it isn’t afternoon till we’ve had lunch, and noon today didn’t happen till 3.30pm.

This, from Cromarty’s Sutor Creek. Roast lamb and loads of veg, though I wasn’t expecting apple sauce.

Well earned after a morning getting furniture out of store. After which we listened to a Mozart prom concert and felt good about ourselves. Not our usual state of mind lately. But house moving takes you that way.