The Clock Change

A lost bus pass, a clock change giving a lighter morning and even some sunshine, meant a decision to do an early walk to Maggie’s with the baking. It was more enjoyable to walk rather than have a bus ride wearing a mask. It was good to see the rising sun shining on the tall buildings of the Castle and the Old Caley Hotel.
With the leg having held up well on the out trip, I decided not to risk the uphill walk home and so splashed out on a bus ticket, albeit with gritted teeth.

Having soaked my dried fruit overnight in brandy I made my first Christmas cake this morning. Every year I forget which recipe I used the year before. You may find this is ridiculous considering how many Christmas cakes I have made over the years, but unfortunately it is true. Not only that but I forget which size of tin applies to which recipe, which is why today’s cake has a miniature Grand Canyon on top. That’ll be my cake then........the next one will be perfect!