Saturday, 21 May 2011
Last night I went to Steve's for dinner. His partner, Suz, is up from Edinburgh 'enjoying' the dark, dreary, days that have followed the hottest, driest and probably sunniest April on record here on Lewis. It's a strange old world. But then I expect people have been saying that for centuries. Suz did the cooking and after green pea and mint soup which was absolutely delicious she produce loin of lamb cooked so perfectly - just so that there was no blood (neither Steve nor I are too keen on blood oozing out of our meal) but still pink enough to satisfy a Frenchman. It was accompanied by, amongst other vegetables, roasted beetroot. It's the first time I can recall having roasted beetroot in this country although it's a common dish in New Zealand. Steve keeps a substantial cellar of very passable wines. 'Nuff said. We eventually got to bed. A most enjoyable evening. Yum.
I travelled home mid-morning with my wipers and headlights on. I've been doing odds and ends in the house all afternoon with the most dreary weather imaginable engulfing the house. It feels like the winter and I've had the central heating on since I got home. Yuk.
Ah well. I'm being picked up by Pat and Dave in under an hour and we're going to friends' for dinner.
Tomorrow it's the Grand Prix from Barcelona. I think I'll have a nice easy day and do some blogging and chill.
It's a hard life.