Pizza night

Supper with sons and granddaughters at our favourite local hang-out which miraculously revived after Covid with new owners but similar ambiance: a lofty space with mismatched tables, imaginative lighting and huge bouquets of the cow parsley that lines all the lanes with frothy lace at this season of the year.

Ffwrn is named after the massive stone oven that stands behind the bar and which I recalled that elder son helped to inaugurate over 10 years ago. The  place  has not changed as much since as has the composition  of our family. 
(Daughter-in-law absent having a week off.)


Apols for the unintentional  blip break. I have been working hard in the veg garden trying to get seeds and seedlings going and taking few photos.