The theme is horses and shooting. Cartridges for the men’s name tags, Prosecco corks for the women’s. Did they have to drink all those bottles to get the corks, shoot all those birds?
Bobji, Kali and Crumpet chase a herd of deer through Essex fields. I bake upside down pear cake, grateful for a change in geography, that links me to my long gone mother, God father, and all the hopes of that time, some mixed in with Bob, some not.