A domestic morning and then I went over to Keswick to get bits and bobs and a wedding card from Oxfam. On my way back I went up to see the chaps and had a dip. It was a lovely day and beautiful up there, very quiet and hypnotic. A good dose of magical thinking had me wondering how on earth could P not be here and perhaps he’d do a special comeback just for the occasion.
I hunted for ceps but didn’t see a single one but I’m stinking the place out now drying out some of yesterday’s puffball and used the rest to stuff another gigantic courgette.