Saturday, 17 May 2008

Jackie and I laid a path the length of our garden. The birds were making such a noise all day.

In the evening we ate with my Mum and heard about her recent adventures in Scotland (including the Shetland and the Orkneys) visiting friends and exploring her Scottish heritage. My Mum’s intrepid nature extends into the kitchen and on some unknown date in the 1970s she made a vow to always include fruit in every main course. I don't know why. But any dinner invitation excites much speculation and we have enjoyed some fascinating dishes (venison and peach was a recent delight) and today we were presented with scallops, black pudding and caramelised apple. It was delicious and I thoroughly recommend it.

Mum told us the mystery of her aunt who left Glasgow for London during WW2 and simply disappeared. The family have always assumed she was killed in a bombing raid but they have never known.