Foxy

The plan had been to go for a walk at Wigg Island, a place we'd been meaning to check out for a while but hadn't got around to it. Then it was raining and it didn't seem like such a good idea so we went to the Costume Museum in Manchester instead which was fine. The weather had brightened by the time we turned for home, so there was a chance at least to have a quick look. So glad we did. The sculpture trail in the woods is just brilliant - all kinds of trolls and creatures around every corner. This fox wasn't in the woods, but was surveying its domain in the middle of one of the fields. I love this kind of stuff; it lifts my spirits and enriches my world.

Now we're back and the poussins have been spatchcocked and are currently marinading in lemon juice, garlic and vino santo. I think some cubed, sauteed potatoes and the fresh peas we bought from L8 yesterday will make a fine addition to the plate.