A good start to the day...

Managed to start making bread earlier than usual this morning, around 7:30. Followed by a quick hair cut in the garden - you don't get to watch frogs hop by and in turn be watched by an unrecognised cat, sat a safe distance away at the edge of the vegetable patch when you go to a hairdressers.

Caught the farmers' market early and came away loaded¹ with chillies, aubergines, some plum tomatoes all hues, salads, some rather rugged peppers, Jerusalem artichokes, leeks and more than I can think of right now. Followed this up with a visit to the Italian market at the other end of town; I hadn't even realised it was on this weekend. Amongst the usual over priced mixture was a good bread stand. Two ciabattas as big as your forearm for £2 and a darker, granary loaf and some deep-fried porcini-filled risotto balls.

Then back home to quickly attack one of the ciabattas, my own bread not being ready for many hours yet. Sat on the patio, the bread, some olive oil and balsamic vinegar forming breakfast beneath the grapevine, whose fruit needs picking soon before the birds get to it.

1. It wasn't so much "me" loaded as Penjamin. She made me add this bit.