I forgot to post this one, straight back from Scotland and the Scone Palace Scottish Game Fair.
I really fancied a roast dinner after a cracking afternoon pigeon shooting.
A small Shoulder of local lamb, home minted and marinated, slow roasted for 6 hours, you can only imagine the aroma as I got home from shooting, it was enchanting.
Served with roasted root vegetables, Yorkshire puddings and all the trimmings, with a wonderful mint gravy made from all the vegetables and meat juices.
Washed down with a well deserved local Gin and Indian tonic water over crushed ice, purely medicinal of course 😋
Now that's eating like a Country King 👑🧑🍳💪🐾🐶🤠 www.theolehedgecreeper.co.uk
❝ i promise i won’t let anything happen to you" nao to gin !
reassurance required…
gin’s breathing slows slightly—the ears on his hood flop up as he uncurls a fraction from his tight hug around mew-chan. the boy raises his head to gaze at nao. she looks so tired… but she’s offering protection anyway. a promise of it, at least.
were his heart smaller with experience, were he a little older, maybe he would see it as a promise unable to be kept. but what is gin ibushi if not hopefully trusting?
Gin's phobia is AGORAPHOBIA. “Irrational and extreme fear of being in places where escape is difficult. It may involve a fear of crowded places or even leaving one's home”.
“ hmm… kind of true, mrrp. don’t like being trapped in small places, arf... ”