Saturday, February 7, 2026

Electioneering.

At first light we make it down the track from the courtyard to the shore. It's so wet we just come straight back home again and change into dry clothes. The cormorants are in their element. High winds, jagged rocks and pounding seas. What could be better ?  Italy play Scotland in Rome tonight so I bring up a good Margaux from the cellar and open it in readiness. In cold, damp weather like this the wine needs all the help it can get.


In town the rain eases off and it's dry for all of ten minutes. By the Belisha Beacons there's a poster urging us to vote in the forthcoming Chancellors election :https://barbarawoodward.org/ . The electioneering is conducted with a reserve and politeness that is strangely out of tune with the times.  Another contender has a Twitter page which is considered rather racy and modern. It is as a neighbour said 'more security services than Foreign Office'  :https://x.com/marksedwill He has started to wear tartan ties in the videos.


The question as to the freshness of the bakers lemon 'Love' sponge is answered. New ones are delivered every morning. Demand is picking up.


Valentines sharing cakes are now flying off the shelves according to the lady behind the counter. Angus is amazed at the price.


It would be churlish not to buy something so I opt for a coffee 'Love'  sponge with piped pink highlights. This is a new line for the baker and the sales lady doesn't know whether the filling is cream or custard. I promise to return and let them know what I think of it. Back at the car  'The Font' simply sighs rather than commenting on the sophistication of my palate.

1 comment:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari Om
Angus, be careful you don't miss the match... it starts at ten past two in the afternoon, the England v Wales match is the early evening one. As for the thought of custard in a cake... hmmmm we expect reports here, too! YAM xx