It was sunny on Saturday morning when Lord Jon got up to see to the lads but by the time he'd brought the tea back to bed it had clouded over. We read until 8am then Jon went downstairs to start on breakfast while I changed the bed and threw everything in the machine, pegging it out on the line after our sausage sandwiches. I watered and fed the houseplants leaving Jon to disassemble the shop changing room and load it into the van.
|WEARING: Organic cotton, hand-printed kaftan from TukTuk in Benaulim, South Goa (January 2020)|
Back at home, the sun had made a welcome reappearance so I spent the rest of the day outside reading my latest book (the marvellously visceral tale of Cy Parkes, a tattoo artist born in the North of England at the turn of the century but whose profession leads him to set up shop amongst the freak-shows of Coney Island).
We'd harvested more patty pans and courgettes which Jon oven-roasted with harissa paste & shallots and served on a slice of sourdough bread with melted cheese on top. Later we drank rum and finished watching The Man in the High Castle, which was absolutely brilliant.