It rained all day. We took advantage of this to give each other a haircut. Oh yes – and the cat brought us a present – a pheasant. A very pleasant pheasant present, in fact. It was a fairly old bird, and having dug out my CSI kit from the barn and donned a deerstalker hat, with the aid of a large magnifying glass I set out to track the scene of the crime. I didn’t have to track the trail of feathers very far, as it happens. We deduced that the bird was probably half-blind with old age, and had flown smack into one of the chestnut trees across the lane. The cat had simply dragged it from there into the front garden. So as it was a fairly cool day, we lit the wood stove, and the pheasant spent the afternoon bubbling away in the Le Creuset cooking pot.
That was supper taken care of – with very low food mileage indeed; in fact the distance this particular food travelled was approximately 10 metres. This includes the garden-grown potatoes we ate with it. The green beans had travelled a bit further – a kilometer – as they came from the other garden. Ah yes, unfortunately we don’t know how far the onions had travelled, because we bought those.