So it wasn't all lashing rain and thick cloud. On Sunday the clouds parted and we got a blast of sunshine which was all well and good, but by that point, I had begun to relish the idea of the set-in bleakness which had become my friend. On Saturday night I curled up in my top-floor boudoir as buckets of rain pelted the windows and wind whirled around the house, I was utterly thrilled by the noise and tumult. This even led to a rare but thrilling Daphne du Maurier moment with the coastal bleakness of it all. However, I was relieved. The sunshine and consequent slight warmth did not linger. Can you see that thick and peturbing darkness on the horizon of the photograph above? Yes, it came to play. And so as it drew near, I retreated to the comfort and warmth of the house and promptly started baking. Saturday had seen the creation of a Nigella flour-less brownie. Sunday lead to a much-raved-about apple and blackberry crumble. Served with local clotted cream.
Time to hit that treadmill.