I have been away for a little while, but I am back with a few photographs.
Since Tuesday was Shrove Tuesday, I actually made an attempt to make pancakes. Least any American readers have visions of objects drenched in butter and syrup, I hasten to add these were the English variety, drenched in sugar and lemon juice. This photo needs a somewhat better presentation, but I did get the pancakes out of the pan without sticking, though no flipping.
I tell our friends it was taken in our mediaeval hall. I have been watching too much Downton Abbey. Anyone agree with me that the plot has taken off at a gallop and is trying way too hard to tie up loose ends?
While we are talking about plots—or at least I was—I discovered rather an engrossing author this week and have been spending way too much time sitting by the fire reading first his latest thriller and then going back to his first two. His name is Ben Coes, and thanks to him I have learned my way around the streets of Hong Kong and Panama City, not to mention New York and Washington, how to aggregate within US energy equities, blow up Notre Dame stadium— and in fact do all the things you would expect a speechwriter for Ronald Reagan and the manager of Mitt Romney's gubernatorial campaign to know about. But don't let that put you off, he knows much more about knives and guns and breaking bones.
We escaped the storm that devastated the East Coast, but as I started to get dinner, this was the view in our back yard. The city snow ploughs have been out and I think it has stopped snowing, so we should be O.K.
And that, as they say, is the week that was.