Home made baked beans taste remarkably like heinz, oddly enough.
Picked a pocket full of blackberries on the way home - i'm eating them with greek yogurt.
Called home to Hereford - it's still summer down there as far as the fruit is concerned.
Reading: Five Red Herrings by Dorothy L Sayers. Silly book. Nothing like as strange, funny and moving as The Nine Tailors. Just a lot of unlikable suspects and some train timetables. And almost NO Bunter...
I wonder if I should learn learn to fly-fish. There's salmon in that river..
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