Today, I traded three dozen yard eggs and two loaves of raisin bread for a carafe of homemade blackberry wine (I think) and a jar of orange marmalade. Orange ‘rosemary’ marmalade the octogenarian quipped. Said she eats it every morning on toast with her tea whilst gazing at the herons through binoculars.
And of course we made plans for tea and bird watching soon. She claims she will teach me everything she knows. What a charming lady.💫