We’ve been invited to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Emma Bridgewater pottery.
There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man
I went riding today for the first time since May 1999, when I did a 20 mile ride whilst pregnant with my first baby. It was heaven.
Thanks to Nicola for a lovely morning, and to Judith for being kind enough to lend us a horse, and to Puzzle for being gorgeous. I don’t think it’ll be another 11 years before I go riding, somehow.
Tea break: well, breakfast actually. I was at the chiropractor this morning, grumbling about my aching shoulder. You’ve pulled it, she informed me. No gardening, no lifting, just rest, ice and ibuprofen.
I think she secretly meant rest, ice, ibuprofen and digging, don’t you?
It’s baking hot. Lunch is a combination of the very English (tiny little strawberries, the first of the season, with cream) and the American: iced tea.
It’s really easy and a million times nicer than the horrible stuff you get in cans.
Make a strong pot of tea, and leave to steep for ten minutes until your teeth are squeaking at the prospect of all that tannin.
Meanwhile, take half a mug of caster sugar, and half a mug of water and heat together, with the zest of a lemon and a handful of mint leaves, until it boils and becomes syrupy.
Strain the syrup and the tea into a jug, and leave to cool. Then add loads of ice and garnish with lemon slices or mint leaves, or both. Yum.