As August and summer draw to a close you find me
* Failing to find any damsons at all. Last year I'd made my chutney by now. The trees I picked from last year not only have no damsons on them but there are no signs of fallen fruit anywhere. What happened?
*Hoping there'll still be some damsons in the farmshop when we get back from our holiday.
*Baking a huge batch of oaty biscuits to take on holiday with us tomorrow.
*Cooking bolognese sauce to put in the freezer so we can have a homecooked meal when we return.
* Placing an order with Ocado to be delivered on the evening we return.
* Deciding which books to take with me. Fiction is sorted - Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers and The Necropolis Railway by James Martin -but I've not quite decided which cookbooks to take yet. I have to have some cookbooks, not to cook from you understand, I just need cookbooks with me at all times. I'm leaning towards my four Diana Henry books but maybe I'll take The Pauper's Cookbook by Jocasta Innes and The Thrifty Cookbook by Kate Colquhoun since Charlie is prophesying no money for Christmas and advocating the need to cut down on food spending. This is something of a habit with him at this time of year.
* Wondering if I need to take all my lenses with me. Yes, I do.
* Booking a table at the pub in the village we are staying in for tomorrow evening.
*Trying to wash, dry and iron everything.
* Getting very excited at the prospect of a week relaxing in Cornwall.
* Celebrating George's excellent GCSE results.
* Counting the quinces on the quince tree and trying not to panic.
My neighbours are getting more than they bargained for.
The Quince Tree is on holiday until 2nd of September.