Squash

I have to admit to being slightly overwhelmed by all the 300th Blip congratulations. I am very grateful.

Today in East Kent the Northerlies/North-easterlies continue cold and grey and look like doing so until Monday of next week at least. The light is dull and flat.

As I was phutzing around with my melons (so to speak) the local Peregrine and Ravens got into a confab in the pines trees practically overhead but so dimwitted was I that I couldn't get a shot off.  The deep, growling/croaking of the in-anger Ravens was very impressive and the Peregrine shot up only to turn with a rasping of wings and stoop down on them. It was all over in moments and they made their separate and relatively sedate ways back to their clifftop dwellings.

So to the squash - the Golden Hubbard and the Cha Cha  - that have been lounging about on the lawn getting a last bit of sun and now need to toddle off to the shed for the winter.  As I've probably said before, they keep brilliantly (travel well - one is in Japan and another on Mull) and are delicious as soup or roasted or even in a coconut-milk curry. 

I think that's about as good as its going to get today. My old mucker Mick is on his way from Sheffield and the pub in the bay will be visited later for, as he says, a tincture.