Friday, September 6, 2019


Low cloud has blown in from the Atlantic and settled on the ridge bringing with it some light drizzle. Bob follows me into the kitchen. He waits patiently while Angus prepares a caffeine fix and finds a jacket to wear.  The first 'jacket' morning after a long hot summer. 

His sister soon joins her brother. Bob starts his day quietly. Today he's pondering whether the American President will meet his Iranian counterpart at the UN General Assembly later this month. Bob thinks this may , on balance, be a vote winner.

Quiet is a word that doesn't exist in Sophie's vocabulary. She squeaks with pent up delight at the thought of the adventures that lie ahead.

After our morning procession round the village Sophie settles down with some air dried tripe that Madame Bay has delivered.

What better way for a girl to start the best day ever than with some air dried tripe?  A silence, interrupted by the sound of happy chewing,  descends over The Rickety Old Farmhouse.

Brazilian avocados in the greengrocers. They are the size of canon balls ... and as hard.  Ordinary sized avocados can be seen to the right for comparison.

 The latest on pyramid building :


  1. Best blog post title ever!
    Toodle pip!

  2. The air-dried tripe must rate almost as highly as a secret cache of badger poo !

  3. Hari OM
    ... I am trusting that Madame Bay intended her drying efforts for the PONs... not as white biltong/jerky for their hyoomans... another interesting read-link for my morning cuppa. Ta Angus. YAM xx

  4. A friend brought dried squid to us for his friend who was thinking of producing it as dog treats. Well, the dogs loved it but the stink was something that put me off. The kitchen stank no matter how tight you sealed the package, and you wanted to bleach your hands after touching it. Yuck.

    1. Sounds like we were lucky to get dried tripe ! It could have been worse.