It's been ten days since my last blog.
(hints of my brief convent education here!)
This is the longest I have gone without at least posting a photo.
When I left you I was in Dorset, eating too much of my Dad's home made bread.
Then 5 days in the Scottish Highlands
trying to photograph goats and rainbows and eating no bread at all.
A night in Athens, shame everyone was on strike, and the bakers were all closed by the time I got there.
A few days in Hydra, where no one needs to strike as winter is an excuse for doing very little.
The sesame bread rings were impossible to resist.
And now home with a busy week coming up; the second writing circle meeting, the annual ladies lunch and a H3A group coming to our village to watch basket making and eat cream teas at my house.
I'm sure I'll have plenty to blog about very soon and I shall be eating cake rather than bread.