Such a busy weekend with what looks to be another busy week to follow. Both Dave and I had mountains of work to get through - him more than me poor soul - but we still managed to...pick the gorgeous dahlias grown by Mr Davey.
Such beautiful colours, though I still crave more. My favourite way to grow dahlias is in a glorious riot where the stems wind through each other rather than in regimented rows. Maybe next year we'll grow a huge tangle of them at the allotment.
Out for a walk on Saturday afternoon to find this pretty house tucked away by a river bank - and I do mean right by a river. About six steps away when the tide is high!
Down a winding lane to find this stall tucked into the hedge. We managed to help them out by bringing away a few things.
A huge roast dinner on Sunday broke the workload a little and was a chance to chat with the children. It is something of a ritual here to have the traditional Sunday roast and one which we love very much. I can't think of anything better than sitting around the table with huge bowls of food laid out before me, the family all chatting away, laughing at one of Isabella's appalling jokes and usually trying to match them with one of their own, following it all up with a leisurely ramble somewhere lovely to make room for a tea of scones and cake later on. It seems a shame to me that some people just don't seem to enjoy this sharing of meals with their children or maybe I'm putting an early Monday morning spin on it and conveniently forgetting about the food on the floor, piles of washing up and the fighting over the last yorkshire pudding!
Other than the usual food related moments the weekend consisted of me nipping off to dig the allotment (lor' I'm out of practice!) and picking marigolds by the jug-full. I even brought home some peas which Isabella popped for me. We sowed these very late with a let's see attitude and they've worked really well for us with plenty of sweet peas tucked inside the pretty pods. We also had cabbages, parsnips, garlic and onions to go with the roast, so felt quite pleased with ourselves considering we really have struggled to give the allotment the time it needs.
A little knitting of that blooming sock, a little shared glass or two of the red stuff sitting on the courtyard as the dusk fell and a little more sewing of Christmas stock saw the rest of the weekend finish all too quickly. Today is dull with heavy rain making the ducks dive through the murky waters of their pond with glee, shaking themselves and quacking far too noisily for such a dismal day. Let's hope it changes soon.
Have a lovely Monday x
