|Selina picking flowers for the lunch table.
|My lemon cake decorated by Lauren.
|From top to right: Selina, Jean, Lauren, Elizabeth,
Pip, Emi, Tom, me, and John.
|Arthur trying to decide whether or not to heed his master's
call. (It's fuzzy because of the long zoom I used).
Anyway, the next day in Wield we prepared for an Easter luncheon to be held outside in the sunshine. And the weather cooperated completely. Besides myself, there were two other guests staying at the Geddes' - Lauren (working in London) and Jean (living in Oxford) - two very fun and vivacious women. I was spoiled, having been given the coveted spare room in the annex, complete with my own bathroom and television. I luxuriated in the huge comfortable bed with a fluffy duvet with cool white cotton sheets and white linen pillow cases, taking in the warm, fresh country breeze that wafted through the window all night.
|David and Emi, brother and sister enjoying
their time together.
|Pip and daughter Emi.
I brought a Moroccan lemon cake my friend Thea once served at her Moroccan dinner for our class. She generously gave me the recipe, which I must say is the best cake recipe I've ever tasted and ranks right up there with Cec Phillips' lemon chiffon cake, served at all the family birthdays for many years. This one calls for two large lemons to be washed, boiled and pureed. You mix sugar with egg yolks, beat the egg whites and fold in crushed almonds with a touch of baking powder. You bung the whole thing into a springform pan, cook for 45 minutes, and voila - superb! I like it because it has no dairy, but it's also perfect for anyone who is gluten intolerant. It's going to become my standard party cake (if Thea doesn't mind - at least I'll be another country). We served it at the luncheon along with a gorgeous rolled cream-filled cake sprinkled with almonds (and enjoyed with more wine). After lunch we headed off for a much needed walk along a footpath across fields and towards the bluebell wood. Later on that evening we made a trek across more fields to the Yew Tree Pub, an institution in Wield and a place where I've spent many happy evenings over the past twenty-eight years. (It's where we celebrated the night before Pip and Selina's wedding in 1985). We had a drink and then went back to P&S's for a very light supper. After being in Wield for a few days, one needs to fast for about a week. Still, it's all worth it. The following photos are a bit out of order, but can't spend any more time putting them right. Hopefully, the captions will serve to explain what's going on.
|A walk to wear off our lunch.
|Emi finds a friend.
|Padstowe isn't impressed with Emi's new friend.
|A moment communing with horses.
|Selina, son David, and Padstowe in the bluebell wood.
|Mo and David heading back.
|Emi after her brothers poured water on her head.
|Emi looking at the leaves and debris that came out of the
water bucket after her brothers poured water over her head.
|Selina and Padstowe.
|From top to right: John, me, Tom, Emi, Padstowe,
Selina, David and Pip.
|Youngest Geddes son, Tom.
(Jamie was away at school).
|Bubbly in the sunshine.
|David sprucing things up for the party.
|Emi and Lauren enjoying the pool at Khalid and Kim's.
|The pool with house in background.
|Pip, Emi and me at Khalid and Kim's lunch.
|Rapeseed fields next to Khalid and Kim's.
|Before the lunch.
|Pip looking somewhat bemused with his 70s
radical young man digital printout.
|David heading back home.
|David and Godmother Elizabeth
|Champagne in the bluebell wood.
|Zillions of blue bells.
|Me in front of a blooming sorbus tree.