Looking up in Calverley Ground, I see these shoes suspended from the branches of what I will always in future think of as the shoe tree.
Forget-me-nots, (mystotis is the gardeners' name), grows everywhere in the vegetable garden. Is it presumption or are they bestowing an honour. Two plants have taken perilous root even on top of the 6 ft high brick wall that borders the garden. Look what I can do, they say.
One word stays with me as I pass a couple in conversation. The word is "mint sauce", or is it two words? I do not like the old fashioned, vinagary mint sauce that used to be served with lamb. But I suddenly have an overwhelming appetite for roast leg of lamb, pink and spiked with garlic and with anchovies inserted into the flesh. And mint sauce. Yes but a modern one, sweetened and perhaps moderated with yogurt like an Indian mint sauce.