Un-noticed

There are benefits to being an occupant of what must be one of the most manic houses this side of the M1. After the weekend we've had, and the dozens of (all very wonderful) people who came to the Gathering, who stayed over, who went to C-munch, it's wonderful to get up this morning and find the house empty but for the Wyves and kids asleep upstairs. Such peace is priceless.

This is the view from the top of Roseley Tor, one of my favourite places.



This is the un-notice board on our daily walk. It used to contain, I think, rules of conduct on this piece of Council recreation ground (no ball games, no lying on the grass, no running etc) but is now so weathered it has become unreasonable. An utter delight of mortal folly.




K made lunch today with a fresh sauce she picked up at the Chesterfield Farmer's market - a tomato and olive one. We had it over wholewheat twist with a low-fat garlic bread on the side. Delicious.

We ate al-fresco.