It’s been ages since we’ve walked at Hankley. The main reasons for this awful omission are because we’ve both had colds and the weather. This morning, however, we were both well and the sky looked promising.
So, off to Hankley first thing with two very happy puppies.
Apart from the usual visual beauty and the lack of any haze (quite unusual) the gorse was out in great swathes of yellow. Besides the obvious pleasure of the multitudes of little yellow flowers, the smell of coconut was intoxicating.
It’s a pity the scent can’t be captured because it was a wonderful olfactory treat.
The walk was lovely and head clearing. This time of year isn’t too hot so the long walk around Hankley isn’t as exhausting as can be in the summer. Even so, by the time we returned to Max we’d worked up quite an appetite.
The decision to have lunch at the Holly Bush was unanimous. It was a delicious decision.
Back at home, having filled up on the wonderful salt and pepper squid and a burger, I set to making a Hungarian rice cake.
I’ve never made one before. Rather than flour, it has rice as a base. And lots of eggs. When it came out of the oven it smelled and looked exactly like a souffle.
It tasted very nice; sort of like a lemony rice pudding cake thing.