Little work is being done in the garden, short days and hospital appointments seem to eat away time. We even managed to miss 'Stir up Sunday', the day when Christmas puddings should be made, it was only listening to the 'Archers' that I realised that it was in fact last Sunday. If we had planned things better or paid more attention to the approaching festival we could have got all the dried fruit on our last trip to Sligo, just ten days previously, however that trip was to the Craft village at Rathcormac and then onto the Crafters Basket for more tapestry wool.
|All it needs is a door and we could move in.|
It is very hard to find quality dried fruit in a small town so again we had to go to Sligo to our favourite delicatessen.
|Naturally dried apricots.|
|Freddy doing what cats do best.|