Rain stopped play or most of today, but we were lucky her in that unlike adjoining counties, we had no sudden localised flash flood here. Yesterday however was lovely.
It was Dafads turn to be shorn (head only) and it felt good to walk out back into the sunshine feeling lighter headed and no, I had not stopped for a lunchtime drink at the pub!
Now ... I love the elderly willow trees around the village pond, they have the grace of age and yet a youthful sway as their drooping branches, like long hair, sway in the breeze.
Under which on a hot day, one feels gently fanned and cooled down. A lovely sight are the call ducks, whose numbers have been increased since I last wrote about them in my post "Call Ducks on Shrove Tuesday" The new ones are slowly getting used to the dog, who still tries to say hello as he did to the old ones.
I picked him up from home and we headed off to Burwell, a lovely village whose roots go back nearly 3000 years and is currently the second biggest village in Cambridgeshire, though it certainly doesn't feel big when one is in the centre of it but the heritage is clear.
Just a few yards away from the Post Office is a rather interesting (if more modern) sign.
This intersection at the heart of the village, so close to the Post Office was obviously the busy heart of the old community as it is today, though it can hardly qualify as a hill!
I like shopping here on a Friday for several reasons. A wonderful bakery with bread made from home ground flour, their G.I loaf is the best I've ever tasted. The butcher knows exactly where his meat comes from all local farms some just across the nearby border.
and on a Friday there is a fresh fish van whose fish is quite simply top quality and the only place where I can buy cod cheeks. Rather like flattened scallops to look at, they are so simple to cook and very tasty! She also has the best honey smoked salmon I've ever tasted
Shopping done, it was time to head towards home but just outside the village is a lovely footpath where the patient dog could stretch his legs after being confined to the car.
With his arthritic fore joints and my arthritic body, the flat landscape is easy going and it was lovely to walk through the recently harvested corn fields where huge flocks of pigeons were gleaning the left over grains that the combine harvester had left behind.
Seeing how very fat they were, pigeon pie came to mind but I had enough food in the boot.
I loved this yellow lichen growing on an old gatepost leading to a recently harvested field as well as the stark contrast of the ivy encompassed trunks of the clearly elderly ash trees.
In the hedgerows either side of the bridle path, blackberries and elderberries were ripening. Small green sloes were forming on the blackthorn. All signs of the fact that autumn in all it's colourful glory will so very soon be upon us, like these fallen leaves.
Thoughts of jams, pickles, deserts, frozen goodies in the deep freeze and of course sloe gin!
And on those food for almost free thoughts , I shall say "Bon nuit."
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