Butter quest

Turns out that the average corner shop only stocks spreadable butter these days rather than the real (and slightly more solid at room temp) thing. Not so good for baking I fear so I had to wait till His hometime to get some. Hopefully the said dairy product will be transmogrified into Hallowe'en biscuit by Friday morning. I'm thinking Empire biscuits with scary eye icing. Maybe.

Hate the clocks going back as this picture was taken on H's afternoon nap stroll. More of a nighttime stroll now.