Baking and visiting

The last of the baking is done and delivered. When visiting a friend her partner commented on how dark it is at 4.00, that in the city you don’t notice in the same way. It hadn’t crossed my mind, I like that there are no street lights, we didn’t see them when growing up although I have been known to stumble around out there in the dark. This is the view from the friends kitchen window, pretty good, who would give that up.

Looking down onto the village, the clouds looked a threatening grey that didn’t materialise.

Once home it was time to relax, John produced a small glass of port and a mince pie. Excellent.