Lounging

Claire comes round late afternoon. We sort a few things, take a wander, and add the Salvia to the sweet peas I planted earlier.

Owen arrives. The three of us take a wander and then Claire heads off. Ailsa is next to arrive, followed by Ange and Tony. Leila not long after.

My Kirkurd cockerel à la crème is bubbling away on the stove. Ange’s margarita is mixed and served - in time for Richard’s arrival.

A late tea, a Camembert and a bottle of port, chocolate mud pie. The conversations are raucous and loud. My homing instinct kicks in and I head downstairs to bed.