|Tasty treats at Dreamboats stall|
I am still buzzing and grinning after spending my day at the bottom of the garden, in a shed-studio gloriously converted into a Henni and Bean extravaganza on the bed, chocolate kingdom of Paul A. Young on a work bench and glittering grotto of jeweller Emma Mitchell (check out this Sycamore Seed necklace - so beautiful).
|The Henni and Bean bed-stall!|
Just outside in the back yard a cosy bonfire burned all day and fish were smoked, ukeleles were played, and freshly fried arancini and dreamboats* were eaten.
|Salmon to be smoked|
Up the spiral iron staircase an accordionist sang on the balcony, while in the dining room ginger and Jack Daniels cannelloni and Indian chutneys were eaten. In the bedroom there were hookers...crochet hookers, that is, and on the bed and Elderflower Cocktails being concocted on the ironing board.
In the bathroom, beers resided in a bathtub full of ice next to an honestly jar, and in the kitchen demonstrations took place over the Aga.
A really special way to spend Guy Fawkes especially as the pyro in me was tickled pink with the backyard fireworks...gun powder huzzah!
|Fireworks at the fancy school across the road|
*Dreamboats - a food so amazing they are worthy of a footnote. Imagine a round crusty ciabatta, bready bits pulled out and cavity filled with three different types of oozy cheese, toasted pecans, red wine, and a touch of honey, roasted in the oven until melted and sticky. OOohhhh. I don't know if the lovely lady who makes them has a website, but when I find it I'll
|Give me a slice of this, and a quiet corner please.|