I have a Friday Morning Ritual.
I walk into the town's Market Square, have coffee and a pain au chocolat and read the Guardian Review Section at a coffee shop, then visit the Friday market. All very civilised and cosy. It is a small market of about a dozen stalls, one of which is run by a baker and from whom I purchased the cheese and red onion focaccio pictured above. This is now filling our kitchen with a lovely aroma. I shall try a small piece, just for quality assurance purposes.
This weekend will be dominated by the local hunt. B will spend a large part of Saturday preparing her horse and then Sunday by going to Sledmere in the Yorkshire Wolds for the meet. The horse has done this previously, he loves it and so he will be very excited when he is taken out of the horsebox and he realises what is happening. All this means I have a free weekend.
These are photos of the same event but taken two years ago.
(For the historians - Sledmere is the home of the Sykes family, and was inherited by Sir Mark Sykes, he of the Sykes Picot Agreement that carved up the defeated Ottoman Empire in 1918. It is the current seat of the 8th Baronet, Sir Tatton Sykes.)