Justin Miles

Three of four. The other one is wrapped around my feet

In the shed this morning tinkering with a stick I’m making for a relative, and trying to work out how to wrap another ready to post…

Actual version includes cubes of stale bread in the fresh dough

Tonight the skies above my friends in Ukraine are full of drones (I’ve just seen the screenshot). I can do nothing but toast their health with our shared appreciation of whiskey in the handmade coffee mugs that they presented to me. My thoughts and hopes are with them.

Good to go…

Making up some multigrain rolls for a picnic later…

Whilst in Prague, my favourite meal was goulash with bread dumplings. Last night I attempted to recreate it and I actually believe that mine was better

I’ve packed my bags to go away again, so Brida is guarding the door

This just popped up in my phone as a memory. It’s never too cold to paddle!

I found a few shrooms in the forest. The one with the leaf caught my eye

Came down and made the dough whilst my coffee was brewing. Showered and re-dressed whilst it was rising. Breakfast and reading as it cooked. Wholemeal bread for lunch…

Pretty much every week of my younger childhood - in sun, rain, or snow - I’d be in this forest. Many trees were saplings then. Some weren’t even there. Many are gone.

This mug is only ever used for whiskey…

Yep.

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