I apologise that this week has been pretty sparse on the post front. It has been so beautiful here in our little corner of Devon that we have spent every moment on the beach, on the bike or pottering in the garden. I know the last vestiges of summer will soon be gone – padding about with grass between my toes, line-dried laundry, cloudless skies, sleeping with the windows flung wide open, breakfasts on the beach – of course with it Autumn brings its own joys – leaf kicking, open fires, knitwear, DOWNTON – but for now I want to feel the sun on my skin just a little longer…
My son, the smuggler.
I’ve already switched the flip flops for Uggs.
Our morning commute to the beach with bananas, windfall compote and yoghurts safely stowed.
I’ve been collecting lavender from the garden, ready to dry and make into pressies – including shortbread and microwaveable wheat bags that are so cosy come winter.
We’ve just finished the last of our Williams pears.
And we’ve just started eating our first crop of grapes from the vine we inherited. We had no idea what grapes it would produce but we’ve won out with a seedless, sweet variety.
Have a great weekend.
CF X
