Ice bowl

It’s frozen all day. Emptying the chickens’ water, I get a beautiful bowl of ice that could grace any dining table, as long as the heating is turned off. The way the forecast is looking, it may well be there tomorrow.

I decant the gallons of cider into demijohns, pickle some damsons in my homemade hooch, and slow cook some of our lamb neck from the freezer. Domesticity.