Yesterday morning the farmer picked a pound of field mushrooms - beautiful young ones because left for long and they become full of maggots. We had them for lunch cooked in butter with garlic and parsley and then made into omelettes. With them we had peas picked straight from the vegetable garden. Our own eggs, parsley and mushrooms - only the garlic had been bought in) - and some of the peas - I have frozen many bags for future use. Only the garlic was bought; we have tried growing it but I fear we are too far North for it to be a great success. There is a certain feeling of satisfaction at food for free (money that is, not hard work). I had some nectarines which were obviously not going to ripen so I stewed them gently with a little sugar and we ate them with creme fraiche - delicious lunch. Each to his own taste, looking at the photo below!
We were not the only ones to have food for free. A female sparrow hawk swooped over the hedge opposite our kitchen window and snatched a collared dove. Within a couple of minutes it had dragged it under the holly bush and proceeded to eat it. Half an hour later it was still there and when something disturbed it it flew off for about ten minutes then returned to finish off its meal. Gory and grotesque it might have been but then nature is cruel and the hawk has to eat.
My son did not run in the veteran's race. From early yesterday evening it was continuous sheet lightning all around us and there were occasional heavy showers. The fell race takes place up Penn Hill and the ground would be wet and slippery - broken ankles are a real possibility. By the time for Burning of Bartle the weather had improved somewhat - so I presume they went to see that - I shall no doubt find out later.
Lovely day here today.