|Four-footed, hard at it, under the office table..|
|Boned quail, stuffed with celery and fennel and cream, with a dash of pernod, ready to go into the oven|
|Sunday morning, as viewed from the agrumi terrace|
|Four-footed, still hard at it...|
|Four-footed. This bit came with sound effects of sonorous snoring....what my Grandfather would have called 'driving the pigs to market'.|
|Sunday morning, looking past the workshop and the Cycax. The searing heat has now definitely gone from the sun, as we enter the lovely mellow, golden period of autumn. Long may it last!|
|White peaches...small and succulent, and ready for picking. A peach, a handful of fresh raspberries, and a bowl of fatto-in-casa yoghurt, drizzled with honey....breakfast!|
|In fact, it is more comfortable this way round....and that bit of the table where a dog can rest his chin at just the right height is a very practical addition...|
Tart of rocket and prawns.
Spit-roast guinea fowl, with lentils and guanciale.
Caramel apples, with caramel ice cream