Not even manifesting a touch of limestone pavement or the teeniest roche moutonnée? How very ungeographical of it. Splendid. A well-slept Fish is a happy Fish. Well, happier than a Fish wot hasn’t slept, anyway. Scales lying flat and smooth and orderly and so on ;- )
A Gus hasn’t slept and is about to retire, singing lewd loud songs to combat the Syrupfest currently emanating from Wien.
Ah, Twellsy, you know the way to me heart. Or at least me stomach which is pretty close by.
Seconded.
And Happy New Year to you all.
A soft fried egg perched on a crisp fried (in bacon fat) soda farl as well wee birdie?
I love feeding wee birdies so they get their share before the gannets get to the table
[happy peckity]
Local birds turned up their beaks at our seed-feeder, but the gin stays wiv me.
Disappointed sigh
You wouldn’t want all them riffraff birds to be drinking it, now would you?
You really would think you deserved a gin in exchange for all that grub, wouldn’t you Twellsy? Never mind, you can share mine if you like.
Thank you TFM
Full Ulster fry?
That would go down very well, thanks.
May I have one of those farls please, dahlink, and a rasher or two and perhaps a couple of fried tomatoes? Don’t want to put you to any bother, mind
I hope that you are asleep, Dahlink
There’s Schmalz from Salzburg on BBC1 this afternoon…
The Sound of Music
Carinthia.xx
Enjoy!
The king of food is the griddle breads of N Iron
Out to the battle bonk to do my first Good Deed of the year. Rewarded with rather a fine sunset:
Still looking pretty good when I got back to the house:
Wow. That’s beautiful, Joe.
Indeed it is. Dawn and sunset can be very lovely, at this time of year.
We have had a hard frost, for the past couple of days, but gorgeous blue skies. I may be in the minority, but I rather like January, with its lengthening days and promises of flowering bulbs.
I’ve had a text from DD, waxing lyrical about their holiday cottage in the middle of nowhere (near Amble, actually) and can’t help remembering the time when she complained that we ‘always holiday in the middle of nowhere’. I think that she has reverted to type, in a good way.
CBA to make dinner, but Mr Bee izz restive. Sigh.
Soo xx
Fortunately we made industrial quantities of chilli for the party, with the intent that there would be enough remaining that we could do bugger all today. The lateness last night–or rather this morning–was largely down to getting the place cleared up before hitting the sack. (I confess I rather let the side down by crashing out on the sofa midway through…)
Depends upon which side you were letting down, joe. Some ovvus might applaud such noive.
Soo xx
Lovely photos Joe, thanks. I CBA with any real cooking either, fortunately we have smoked salmon & eggs in the fridge, and some very good bread.
I have a cauliflower and kale to use up. So - harissa cauliflower with chickpeas and roasted kale it will be.
Soo xx
