The farmer is shooting today around our fields and those of our neighbours. Before he went I warned him that he could only bring a pheasant home if he was willing to hang it, skin it, cut off the breast and legs, cling film it, freeze it, defrost it, casserole it and eat it. That should ensure he doesn't arrive home with one. That should also tell you that I hate pheasant. I like my pheasants roaming the fields free and colourful - and that is how they would remain if it was down to me.
I have been out to lunch again! As our Friday gang are all going out for a Chinese tonight we didn't need much at lunch time, but dear friend W collected J and M and then came down the Lane for me and we all went to the nearby village of Constable Burton for a bowl of soup and a roll (no John, not a roll in the hay, just a bread roll).
The choice was carrot and coriander or broccoli - I had the latter and it was delicious. Then we had coffee and a Jammie Dodger before coming home to take Tess for her walk, light the wood burner and sit down to write this. Outside it is a cold, damp Autumn day - one minute sunny the next a sharp shower and very cold with it. However, the weather is set to turn much warmer later today, so our outing to the Chinese (my mouth is already watering at the thought of those tiger prawns in batter) tonight should see a pleasanter temperature.
Just look at those wonderful Autumn colours on the village green just outside the door of tje Village Hall.