A nice swim in the morning; the water is warming up a little. S phoned to update me on his adventures -- I forgot to mention yesterday that while I'm lounging around at home, he is doing this. I wandered around the village and took some photos of this resplendent bignonia (always referred to as trompettes de Jericho by us) just in case I was short of a blip.
I made Nigel Slater's pizzette for dinner. I'd been hoping to blip those, but my execution was so slapdash that they weren't worth a photo. Tasted good though, and there are leftovers for tomorrow. It still surprises me how quickly you can throw bread together with instant yeast -- it only needed half an hour to rise, a far cry from my usual 24-hour sourdough. Of which I've started another batch, hoping the weekend disaster was just a blip.