After basking in sunshine for just a couple of days, London is feeling quite rural. It was lovely to see haymakers and Shire horses clearing the lanes at Ham this morning. Very Cider with Rosie for TW10 ...
And yesterday, just off Brick Lane, I heard someone yell, "Close the gate!" as a mini-herd of sheep, goats and baby lambs came galloping over the cobblestones. I came home from Spitalfields City Farm with a bottle of the homemade elderflower cordial that I'm always too lazy to make. (I'd already lunched on bagels but I've marked the farm cafe down as a future lunch-spot on a sunny day.)
Tonight's project, however, is making crystallised borage flowers for a cake.
Just hope they haven't wilted in my handbag.