La vita al fresco (after Uccello)

It was great to have both sons home for the weekend, with glorious weather that enabled us to live outdoors for much of the time - swimming at the beach, picking whinberries in the old slate quarries, making hay - and having a proper barbecue. Trips to the market had yielded chicken (from the farm next door) and filleted sardines: Gwyn made a jerk coating for the former and a Moroccan one for the latter, while Huw had made his own burgers and brioche buns, and Ceridwen sorted out the courgettes and peppers (and indeed the barbeque). I just made sure there was wine, and that pretty well everything got eaten (with a little help from the dog and various cats).