Corbar Cross…

…And a bit of Buxton smoke.

In fairness, the cross is hard to spot but it’s around the middle of the still chilly image.

Chip night again then? And so soon…
I hate to admit it but, I’m almost not ready.
This might have something to do with the loaf I made earlier. It took upon itself not only not to rise, but also to take on a slough of despond in loaf form. (Each slice looked as though it had horns). I’d say it was a depressed loaf.
Obviously we ate it. (Well, sandwiches made from it). What can you do Gladys?

It’s fair to say it’s made its heavy presence felt and, a state of loosened belt is remaining.
Not ideal for chip night.

Or indeed for a decent wine forecast :-/

Happy Friday one and all :-)