Wednesday, 15 February 2017


This morning our Scrabble Club met at Hilary's. Only four of us, but that's a complete table. Three good, close games.  Home to lunch. Last Friday our butcher was selling pheasants at just over four  pounds each. We bought one - a decent looking cock bird, and it's given the two of us three  decent lunches - roast pheasant on Sunday,  pheasant hotpot on Monday and pheasant casserole today. The carcasse may furnish us game soup later in the week.. On Tuesday our fish merchant delivers very fresh fish from Lowestoft, and Ann bought enough fish to make a  decent fish pie with capers in it (which adds interest). We neither of us eat heavily, but we do seem to have  a varied and interesting  diet.  I've got to get on in the workshop now. I've a clock hand to make for an early eighteenth century, single handed, wall clock.   


Margaret Brocklehurst said...

Lovely photo Mike, daddy would have whole heartedly approved of the colour scheme of your outfit! Must polish my kettle, yours puts mine to shame at the moment.

I agree with you with regard to our diet, we don't eat huge amounts but eat rather well I think. Never throw any food away, todays lunch was roasted butternut squash soup, made from left over ham stock which was frozen at Christmas and the left over roast squash from dinner a couple of days ago. I even make breadcrumbs from any bread which has gone stale and freeze those as well. I used to think being careful with food was a generation thing, but I know quite a few people of my age who do not even consider using up left overs and just bin them. Rant over!

Ages since I have had pheasant, must investigate at the butchers!

Annoyingly we don't have a fish delivery here, but a short drive to Port Isaac means we can buy very fresh fish.

Mike said...

Hello Maggie. Yes, we did have similar tastes (sartorially, and generally, come to think of it); I've still got one or two of his old cravats that I wear on the right occasions.

The copper kettle was a wedding present to Ann's (Clayton)grandparents from the men on their farm (at Welney) when they married in 1908.

Up to a point I think the 'not wasting food' thing is a generational thing. If you can remember rationing (that probably doesn't apply to you, Mags, although it didn't stop entirely until the mid fifties) you don't waste food.

Good to hear from you, as always. Warm regards to you both; and please give my great-niece a grand avuncular hug from me.

Mike and Ann.

Margaret Brocklehurst said...

Emma is your niece and Cador is your great-nephew. Emma is now running and training her own re-enactment group/living history, Warriors of Tintagel, they cover 6th to 9th century. She only started training them a year ago but they already have done a few shows and been extra's in a couple of films, one of which is going to have a showing in L.A.

She is quite scary when she gets going!

Mike said...

Maggie - you are quite right with regard to relationships. I beg your pardon. I used to think it quite funny when Nana Trower skidded a generation or so - now I find I'm doing the same thing.

With regard to your last sentence, did you ever know a female in our family who was not 'a bit scary when she got going?' ..............present company excepted of course.

Pat said...

A lovely photo of you but please don't cross your legs. Sorry I can't help it and once startled Al's surgeon by telling him not to. He insisted he cycled to work. every day. My friends love it when they can berate me for doing it :-)

Crowbard said...

Ha! Mike! You only said "..............present company excepted of course." because you're a gentleman and when it comes to the distaff side of the family you'ze a very sensible scaredy cat.
If any of the ladies is readin' this leg-pull of course you ain't scary like Mike sez; I'm just joshin' him a bit.
Er ~ I think I'll stop digging now Ann ~ see I remembered your warning ~ er ~ I mean advice ~ Ooh heck! ~

Crowbard said...

Hi Maggle, I think Mike skipped a generation because you always seem so young to us.

Mike said...

Hello Pat. The number of times I've been told to uncross my legs (and invariably by ex-nurses) is uncountable. I've always asked "Why ever not?" and never yet received a sensible or believable answer. Do you know why nurses always tell us this , Pat?

Crowbard said...

Apparently Mike it makes your laying out for burial quite difficult if you get rigor mortis with crossed legs thus causing unwanted difficulties for nurses. But I suspect they will tell you a lot of blather about circulation of the blood being curtailed or some such.