A perfect drying (out) day

Yesterday I was thwarted in my plans for a golden Monday, picking vegetables and ambling down lanes...by a call from work to say I had to be on the next train. Boo. So today, I was more than pleased to wake to a dazzling blue sky and a free day at my feet. Every perfect Dunbar day begins with hanging out some stripy washing in the breeze; I made some soup with foraged courgettes and pumpkin, then trotted up to the disappointingly busy pool. The sun outshone the southern schoolchildren, still off the leash, and I roasted myself to a fetching shade of puce in the sauna.

After a summer of festivities, it feels like time to simplify; to replace wine with tea, and crisps with soup, (and a side serving of milk thistle.) Focusing on what I put inside myself reminds me to get out my Nicola dishes. Dinner is too big (of course) to fit in these ladylike bowls, so the rather more sustaining fish and bread are discreetly out of shot.

After dinner, we did our watering duty at the community garden (and brought home a few more courgettes) then finished off the day with some fruity, seedy scones, the first baked in my new (to me) Aga.  A new story for bedtime arrived in this morning's post; not sure who's more excited...