Road block

Here was an odd thing, an abandoned motor home blocking the path on our walk this morning miles away from anywhere (well, very many metres if not miles). It had bedding and an empty bottle of whiskey in it and everything. We squeezed around it and went on our way.

I did lots of cooking today, I haven’t really done any for a long time instead just making quick, last minute meals. I made soup, tomato sauce for pasta, assorted roasted vegetables for Buddha bowls for my lunch and pickled cabbage. A good clear out of the vegetable tray.

Then a bloody smashing swim in the sea, we declared the beginning of winter swimming, marked with mince pies and hot chocolate. It was really lovely in the sea, a proper good, exhilarating time. Then home for dinner, taskmaster and a cracking Grand Prix, George’s first win!