Well and truly stranded in Whitstable with the temperature plummeting below minus 5 degrees celsius.
The snow has frozen into crisp, wind-swept gullies, the car iced into its space in the car park, the dog makes its way cautiously into the biting air, pisses then runs back inside.
Bleak mid winter, frosty winds made moan…
Bought a shoulder of lamb yesterday. Cooked it slowly in the oven on a bed of rosemary and garlic. Slow roasting it to perfection. We sat around the table heartily carving the great piece of meat, eating it with cabbage and roast potatoes.
After the lamb we scoffed great hunks of Stollen and mugs of tea. This is Whitstable living and I love it.
I spent the day, as I mentioned yesterday, walking the dog..meeting old friends and keeping warm.
I had a slight HIM relapse. Entitled prick made his way back into my mind.
This is addiction at it’s very worst.