|Young Roe Deer Buck | by Alan MacKenzie|
I was up very early this morning to water the garden before the heat of the day. As I walked around the end of the barn I was surprised to see two young deer happily grazing away at the edge of the potager. One looked up, tottered towards me on his spindly legs, and then turned back to continue with his grazing; they both just seemed totally unfazed by my presence. It was a magical start to my day.
Paul has continued digging and mixing cement and working in the hot sun. All I can do is make sure he drinks plenty and doesn’t get sun stroke. The foundations are now laid so tomorrow he can start building the pillars.
I picked another load of raspberries this morning. I simmered the fruit for a few minutes with some sugar and a dash of Cassis liqueur and then tipped the mixture over some pieces of bread in ramekins to make mini summer puddings. Should be good with some pouring cream.
I have to admit that for part of the day I have been reading under the shade of our hazelnut tree and trying to keep cool. I feel very guilty!
|this monster was in the hazelnut tree, just above my head|