On a day during which I was mostly chained to the dining table creating the clippings and running order for tomorrow’s FATN recording, we had a rather abrupt and heavy snow fall. And, in the south of England, Nicktor made wild garlic soup from foraged ingredients.
He’s becoming quite the hunter-gatherer…without the hunter bit. Unless he’s also out with his slingshot, bow and arrow, collecting rabbits. I’ll have to remain alert for Twitter photos of home made lapin a la cocotte.
From all accounts (one), it was delicious. As was the pesto he also made though I have no idea if the basil, pine nuts and olive oil were also foraged in the wild.
As for the sudden snow, I was sitting at the dining table, happily working away on my Letter From Sweden when, suddenly, it started sleeting. The sleet then turned to hail as it fell heavier and with greater ferocity. Then, just as quickly as the hail appeared, it suddenly became snow.
Ironically, my Letter From Sweden this month is about the weather and how the snow has gone and we’re now entering spring. I had to add a postscript.
Of course, the snow didn’t hang around very long and, the sun eventually appeared in an unblemished blue sky. Looking out the back, it was as if the snow had never happened. Though the view from the dining table was still a bit white.
I finished up the Talking Newspaper edition and, while I normally then start editing, I decided to leave it till tomorrow.
Late in the day I had an email from the FATN Committee saying they have started a countdown for the return to the studio. They are looking to open the studio from June 5, so I have a few more remote recordings yet. But, after that, it’s a bit up in the air.
In the meanwhilst, my foot continues to improve though I still haven’t managed to put a shoe on. I remained inside. Again. I feel like a caged bird, looking at the world outside but not able to fly in it. Bastard sprained ankle!
