Did I say that Dau.II was down home and up hill? I did. We went up beyond The Fork the same evening for to see the Sunset - which had been spectacular the night before when she came down from Dublin. The sunset was scheduled for 21:17. But that's when both observer and horizon are at sea-level: we were quite a bit higher than the Castlecomer plateau behind which the sun e v e n t u a l l y dipped until the last bright dot winked out. By which time it was well past 21:20. Had I a nautical chronometer and/or a sextant, I could have calculated the height difference from the time. But I didn't so I couldn't.
Between yomps, Dau.II rolled up her sleeves and leaned into the family freezer which has a tendency to take things in rather than spit them out. A couple of years back, when she was billeted with us, she;d gone with her mother to Malone Fruit Farms and purchased a variety of soft fruit. We also had two years of meagre damson harvest from a sad old leggy Prunus domestica which stands on one of our ditches. And some own self picked bramble blackberries Rubus spp. Four hours of stirring over a hot stove resulted in:
Come teatime, I made a batch of scones to act as tasting vehicles: each of the jam options sandwiched between butter and whipped cream à la Devon Cream Tea. [discrete burp] Must do quality control, after all.
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