Curly

There is a family of curlews living in the field behind my parents' house. They always used to be there when I was a kid (presumably not the same ones...) but, along with the peewits, have been less in evidence since the 80s. If I can think of a way to blame Thatcher for that, I will. Their return is a good sign, I think.

Rainy day. The morning was spent exploring some of the junk family treasures that my Aunty is clearing out, the afternoon shopping with Mam where, on a whim, I decided to cook curry for dinner. I may have gone slightly over the top... Chicken curry, tandoori prawns, sag aloo, cauliflower and pea curry, green beans, raita, rice, two types of naan... Now we can't move...

Off to Edinburgh tomorrow.