|The 25-tonne log pile|
|All tooled up|
The weather has gone a bit unpleasant at times. We've had plenty of rain and a little bit of hail:
|Hail stoned patio|
It's been a good time for indoor jobs, baking, cooking and eating.
Friends of ours have kindly given us a sourdough so at last we can bake the kind of loaves we really like. The bread baking is Jim's domain and he's made some fine loaves so far: Borodinskys (a Russian rye with coriander seeds), wholemeal sourdough rolls with linseed and even sourdough tea cakes. Our bread consumption has almost reached French levels!
|Borodinksy and sourdough rolls|
The winter veg are doing well in the veg garden, but it's just not looking its best at this time of year. I've sown the overwintering broadbeans (and peas and sweet peas in the greenhouse), weeded the overwintering onions and spread the Egyptian onions around a bit, but other than that there's not much doing gardening-wise.
|Leeks, cabbage, swede, parsnip and celeriac|
|The muddy-looking broadbean area with the garlic bed in the foreground|
|Spring cabbage coming along|
|Looks like there'll be sprouts for Christmas|
The conservatory's had a major autumn clean, and the greenhouse is awaiting the same treatment.
|Cleared-out conservatory, just the overwintering plants left|
Russ was not a friendly animal, but did a great job keeping the flock together and safe. He loved a good fight with us and our visitors and is survived by his five children, Soruss, Magnolia, Brown, Charcoal and Ash. We'll always remember him. The cock is dead. Long live the cock!