Sunday: another moseying kind of weekend day. Wheeled the children across Llandaff Fields to visit the cathedral. N asked about the gargoyles. Tip-toed at the entrance and observed the service for a few minutes. Had coffee in a pub and trundled home.
Mid afternoon in the far shady corner of the garden, grilled chipolatas and hamburger on a prefab Instant Barbecue. A tin foil tray loaded with charcoal and covered with mesh. It took many more than the promised “one match” to inflame the thing.
Dinner was a cooked picnic in the middle of the back yard. Beer for dad. Strawberries and thick cream to finish. The children meshuggenah in the charcoal smoke and firelighter fumes.
Through open doors
the organ and collective voice: