Like the Ides of March and Julius Caesar, Grouse has a rather superstitious dislike of the so-called 'Glorious Twelfth' - the day the grouse shooting season begins. This year, however, it falls not on the 12th of August but the 13th (unlucky for the grouse!) because the 12th is a Sunday.
Personally, I prefer my grouse alive and clucking, my Grouse riding on a vintage Bonnie and my 'Famous Grouse' in a glass with some ginger ale and just a splash of water. 'Gloria's Twelfth' is, of course, Hamish. Her thirteenth (unlucky for both of them!) is Allan...
Have returned from holiday with several nasty insect bites, with sunburned ears, even more more new books and the desire to make a Suffolk inspired patchwork cushion. I've been today and bought the fabric and am starting to draw out the pattern. The new novel has grown a bit too!
Best cake on holiday? Well we bought rather a nice fruit one in the Budgens supermarket in Woodbridge and another rather nice Toffee and Fudge one at Snape Maltings. But my favourite - for ambience, hugeness of portion and quality of accompanying tea, has to be the Victoria Sponge in the National Trust tea shop at Flatford. Constable views and mischevious ducks just completed the experience!
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