Wanting to be back in the house for Easter, we arrived there the Sunday before, aiming to use the week to get lots of gardening done (including shopping for pond plants) and a fair amount of other jobs houses tend to demand from time to time. But Easter day was the highlight.
After our first Sunday morning in our church since the start of the pandemic, we all shared a fabulous Easter dinner, though the Yorkshire puddings rebelled quite effectively even before the gravy was poured over them.
Looking into the oven a while after they'd been put in, they could be seen growing sideways, way beyond the dimensions of the tins they were in.
When they were fully cooked, they were removed from the oven....
None of us had ever seen anything like it. Grace has made a lot of Yorkshire puddings over the years, but she couldn't have made them like that if she'd tried! Nonetheless, they were, of course, completely edible and very tasty - and all eaten.
We came back to Kantara the next day. We'd seen warnings that the motorways would be jam packed because of holiday traffic, but the M1 was so good that I knocked a full fifteen minutes off my usual time. We needed to be back because a guy was coming to fit a new loo, the old one having developed an unfixable flushing problem. He's here now, fitting it as I type. After that, he'll drain, flush and refill the engine cooling system. And after that we'll take Kantara out for a spin, possibly staying out overnight.
Good grief! When was the last time we did that??
(7 hours later) Well, the "spin" is right out of the question now. The engineer fitted the toilet quickly and without problems, but the coolant change was another matter entirely. He's only just left, having had problems getting the engine to heat up as it should after the coolant job had been done. He's consulting with others in the business, and bringing one of them tomorrow, to get his input. We think we have a solution (two thermostats have been put in the wrong way round) but we'll wait and see. Until then, there's no going anywhere.
If you found the above rather tedious, have a laugh at our grand-daughter encountering her first rusk.
What amazing exploding Yorkshire puds, Roger. The great thing about them is that it doesn't matter what they look like; they'll still taste great! Your granddaughter looks as if she's conducting a scientific experiment :)
ReplyDeleteI think she was!
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