Sunday was wonderfully old-fashioned. We checked out our local church, then headed home to cook up a lovely lunch (I lied - we had friends round to celebrate their engagement) of Nigel Slater's pot roast chicken followed by baked peaches.
I am delighted with our new butter dish which looks like we picked it up on an American flea market but actually came from Garden Trading. The peach recipe is from Sophie Dahl's book and is a winner. You halve ripe peaches and remove the stones, lying them in a baking tray skin down. Sprinkle with cinnamon and brown sugar, pop a dot of butter on top of each one, then pop in the oven at gas mark 8 for ten minutes. Serve with a dollop of vanilla ice cream or yoghurt and the dairy melts into the juices to create a divine taste. Easy peasy.
We spent the evening reading The Observer and playing scrabble - our board once belonged to my parents and is ancient. It was missing the bag so I sewed up a new little gingham one.
Today we went to the vintage seaside town of Clevedon which is just below Bristol and above Weston-Super-Mare.
It was a very blustery day and we walked to the end of the delicate pier wrapped up in winter jackets with the hoods tied up tightly. Being an overcast Monday in February, we were the only ones on the entire pier so it felt wonderfully romantic.
The pier is completely covered in little brass plaques dedicated to loved ones, and I felt rather emotional seeing all the love and good sentiment covering this pretty promontory.
A trip to the seaside wouldn't have been the same without some good old fish and chips (or a jumbo sausage in my case!), alas no longer wrapped in newspaper. And then we had a good rummage around the many Clevedon charity shops where I found this lovely vintage lace nightie for the grand sum of £4.50.
Home to Mr Biddle's cocoa and butternut squash salad in front of the TV. What a blissful weekend.