There's a strong wind this morning - a constant 50 mph pounding with gusts of up to 70. The window frames shudder under the onslaught. When I come downstairs and open the curtains Sophie can be found sprawled out on the floor. I know she's awake because her tail is gently swishing from side to side. The family diva takes the executive decision to sleep on for another ten minutes. The rug is soft, the room is warm and important decisions can wait until such time as breakfast is ready. Even the worlds greatest guard dog is allowed to cut herself a little slack.
So starts a Saturday morning with a Polish Lowland Sheepdog lady who is determined to enjoy every moment of her day. A trip into town for a coffee and a bacon roll now awaits. Angus has an eight am rendezvous with the barbers.
Every evening, over a glass of wine, we print out a menu and dine virtually. This is a habit we got into during the pandemic and still maintain. This menu has something called Pigeons in Pimlico. It's apparently an 18th century dish. https://mountstrestaurant.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/02/DINNER-MOUNT-ST-MAIN-MENU-3-FEB.pdf How many diners would know what it is ?