Parties, parties, parties: on Wednesday, at Anne’s, we met two new (to us) Shere couples, a striking woman with gray hair cut in a brush style, and her Danish/British husband whom she met through a newspaper ad. The wife has lived in Shere for a long time, and knows everything about everybody. Can’t wait to… Continue reading Socializing and Studios
Month: November 2008
Only in England
The A big truck (lorry) is parked at the lower part of our driveway, where it is widest, loaded with what will be the walls of my studio, but which also make it too wide to pull up closer. The drive is about a hundred yards from the garden, where the studio will stand. It… Continue reading Only in England
Sunday morning snow
We woke up this morning to a light dusting of snow on rooftops and cars. The temperature was already up to 33F, though, so I bundled up in tights, corduroys, undershirt, t-shirt, sweater, quilted jacket, white wool scarf, ski hat, thick socks, and mittens, to take Tasha for her morning walk. She is still coughing… Continue reading Sunday morning snow
Dinner Party in the village, aftermath
In England, a play house is called a Wendy house. And that could describe the darling home where we had dinner last night. Baskets hang from the peaked kitchen ceiling in the kitchen/dining room giving it the feeling of a farm kitchen. The pictures on the walls of the living room are personal, well-selected and… Continue reading Dinner Party in the village, aftermath
Dinner parties and village people
Wendy and Jack live on the other side of the village. I mean, Wendy does; Jack lives in another one, nearby. They are a couple, but like many of us older folk, don’t find it necessary to be married, or even live together. They have invited us for dinner tonight, so we will bundle up… Continue reading Dinner parties and village people
A STUDIO OF MY OWN
I have so many things I want to write about, I don’t know where to start. Today is as goodas anywhere, at least to begin. Our house is a “listed” house, which means we can’t do much to it without planning permission. We wanted a little studio in the garden so I will have a… Continue reading A STUDIO OF MY OWN
NOVEMBER
We are going to the farm in Ockley this morning to pick up a leg of lamb and some chicken gizzards. I want to make “gesiers confit” for salads. I loved them in France, mixed with the tough leaves of chicory, called Frisee, and tossed with a tart vinegar and oil dressing. I also loved… Continue reading NOVEMBER