Made up parfait

Well, she made it. From Stockholm to London by train. Mirinda arrived in a very foggy London today. I was sure she was going to have problems somewhere along the line but, apart from an odd, old German train, everything went fine. As far as she’s told me, anyway.

Following her foggy London, message, I sent her this from the deck.

And that was the weather all day. It was warm as well. I wore shorts all day in the house and was tempted to do the same for our walk. I figured I get enough weird looks as it is wearing just t-shirt and jeans so decided to leave the shorts at home.

Our walk took us up Mount Trosa again, where we sat and rested on the rock at the top. Actually, I sat recovering while Freya investigated and Emma found me a stick to throw for her.

While I sat, two cars drew up at the bottom of the ski slope. A bunch of guys got out of the vehicles. They were wearing fluorescent, worker type clothes and went into one of the cabins. Then, one of the guys returned to one of the vehicles and drove off. A short while later, a small digger trundled along the path.

At this point, we continued our walk, over the hill and along some new narrow tracks. We didn’t see anyone else.

Back at home I started working on dinner. I’d invited Nicoline and Jonas over for a singletons meal and made the Persian version of the Lancashire hot pot that Sabrina Ghayour invented. I decided on this because I’ve made it many times before and it happily cooks away while I can clean up.

For afters, I made up a parfait dessert which was surprisingly light though it consisted of whipped double cream, crème fraîche, crushed nuts with maple syrup, blueberries and raspberries.

It was a lovely night full of conversation and laughter. And not a skerrick of alcohol, given both Nicoline and Jonas were driving. It made a very pleasant change.

Nicoline left at 9 while Jonas and I swapped stories for another hour before he drove himself home. In the meanwhilst, Mirinda was chatting with Amanda in a house in Earlsfield.