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The Ferry Boat is an inn situated on the Western most point of Hayling Island - where the ferry crosses the Langstone Harbour entrance to Eastney (Portsmouth and Southsea). Late one Saturday afternoon (just after the clocks got their Spring move forward), I suggested to Mr B that we pack up whatever it was we had been doing that day and go somewhere 'for a beer'. We don't have 'a local' and tend to spread our patronage around a bit. The last time we went to the Ferry Boat was years ago and I was put off by the poor quality of the meals (micro-waved TV dinners essentially - no one goes out to eat those), so we haven't been there for years. Candidates for a late afternoon social drink at this time of year must, in my view, have a good view of a sunset. That cuts it down to the Red Lion at Chalton (perfect sunset over the Downs), The Ship at Langstone (sunset over Langstone Harbour), or - now that I came to think about it - The Ferry Boat (with a sunset over S

Chocolate Mudcake

No 38 - Mudcake While I was as University I worked nearly full time 5 nights a week in a local restaurant. The owners were head cook and maitre d' together and ran one of the most 'hip' restaurants in town. They eschewed formal 'cheffing' qualifications and pulled together everyday dishes from a wide range of cultures and countries where they had travelled. Dishes on the black board menu hailed from around the Mediterranean, Middle East, North and West Africa, Mexico, Indonesia & Japan - and anything else that was tasty, unfussy, fresh & personal. Daily changes in the blackboard menu reflected that which was seasonally available and as much as possible was purchased from local producers. (And this was the 1980's) Sue grew a wide range of herbs, and fresh herbs featured abundantly. My own garden supplemented this on occasion. We sometimes used quiet afternoons when all 'prep' for the evening was complete, to make up jars of colourful preser

Philosophy (Earth Day)

Question: "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" Wild Garlic Dreaded Spanish Bluebells: I have been fighting a 15 year war on these - to little avail Sweet Cicely Answer: The idea is that it doesn’t make a sound, because “sound” requires a “listener” to hear it, otherwise it’s just air pressure waves. So it’s the idea that unless there is a conscious being to perceive it, it does not make a “sound”. May flowers (or Hawthorn) Plantain - of of my favorite 'weeds'. I just love this plant and have been cultivating them in my garden. It turns out that they have a beneficial mycorrhizal root association with strawberries. (Bonus)

Graft

Mr B was working over the weekend, and the cycle ride-out I wanted to join was booked up before I even saw the invitation, so I decided to graft instead and was blessed with a couple of days of sunshine. I don't remember a mere 2 days of grafting being such hard work, and it isn't like I was actually digging for 8 hours solid each day. No - I merely cleared out the side cupboards upstairs (we have sloping ceilings and side lofts), gave away 4 dozen empty half-pound honey jars, left over from our beekeeping days, and dragged a couple of bags of other oddments off to a charity shop (or two). While in town dropping rather than shopping, I consulted a locksmith about getting a replacement key for our china cabinet. Huey (my father's mythical mover of things that disappear right under your nose), played a blinder on us when we left Greece. The china cabinet has three locking doors - ordinary bureau locks - and the key (only key) was made visible to all by an enormous bright b

Slipper Limpets

At some stage during Easter our plans to take Mr B senior out for lunch were kyboshed by calling and finding he'd already been whisked away by Mr B's sister. Sis had taken him out in her camper van, with a view to spending a few hours at a beach. We caught up with them in the carpark at East Selsey Beach. You can't see the sea from the carpark. There is a very high earth embankment (higher than a camper van), a playing field (in which a couple of kids were trying to launch kites), an even higher concrete sea defence wall and finally a gravel beach with groynes at regular intervals to try and arrest the eastward migration of the beach material. No one got out of the van. They might as well have stopped in a supermarket carpark in Chichester. I sauntered up to the beach (yes up - Ì swear that carpark is below sea level at high tide) and crawled into the lee of some defence works to do my daily sketch challenge (something that blows in the wind was today's prompt - a k