I have bottled the very last of the apples and tomatoes this evening and I for one are delighted. I know I will use my stock as I have now discovered, but I really knew this all along, that both stewed apples and roasted tomato puree are very good for you when you are on a diet, but not necessarily together.
We had a fun outing to Cherbourg to meet up with brother John and to check the boat over this week, it is always good to catch up and as we have so much sailing to talk about the time just whizzes by and before the day is out John is slipping off onto his next adventure.
Autumn is well and truly with us and I for one just love this season with all the promise of warm fires and dusky evenings. Our clocks go back on Sunday which leaves us in the dark until eight thirty in the morning and that means we keep to winter time, and don't bother to even open the shutters until nine. The cock stays quiet and his night gets longer which means that the happy clutch spend much more time in the hen house. I had totally forgotten about that equation and had a nasty shock to see how much muck there was in the house at yesterdays clean out, so now the hens will need cleaning out every three days instead of a week and in the cold that is no joke. Last year the hens stayed in the garage for the winter, but poorly tractor has filled the space and, my hens ? Mikes tractor ? ....no contest really.