Coming home

My poor blog has been a bit neglected this year for lots of reasons. The most recent being a trip to Normandy to spend some time in a farmhouse with family and celebrate Christmas early.
The weather was cooler but there was this big log fire to gather round.
There was also an excellent organic dairy farm just up the lane that sold unpasteurized cream, cheese, yoghourt and butter with sea salt. These became our diet staples for the week!

A time to chat and catch up with family news.
It has been many years since I have been that far North in France and it seemed like a different country. My sister who lives in Somerset felt very much at home, with the rolling green landscape dotted with woods and copses bordered by some pretty seaside towns.

It is a long journey though,  through flat prairie like fields, broken only by huge grain silos that sit like cathedrals in the landscape, I missed the mountains.

Back in Job, the cats were fine (I always worry) if a bit miffed but there had been a power cut and both fridge freezers had defrosted, EW! Still it was an opportunity to organise them ready for the Winter. I'm off to buy containers and labels this afternoon, feeling very virtuous. However I'm sure there will be a layer of stray peas and unidentified items in the bottom of the drawers very soon.

Luckily friends had invited us for a meal, created almost entirely from home grown fruit, vegetables and salad, local venison and an assortment of mushrooms from the woods.

Autumn has arrived all of a sudden along with gifts of pumpkins and fruit. The colours on the mountain are changing and I really do feel as if I have come home.

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