Christmas seems to have started, even though it barely feels like December. We were outside pollarding willow at Old Sleningford Farm today, followed by an alternative Christmas lunch.
Lasagne with venison, then panettone for desert – with good company, of course – seems a fitting end to a year which started with willow and finished with more.
As for the willow today, some of it will be used for wreath-making, so I’ll have to squeeze it back into the car on Wednesday evening. But surely we don’t need all of it, so the question is what to do with the rest…..
While I ponder on that, I will start on the jam that the crackers were stuffed with. Now, isn’t that a great present?