Across the pond

I am still not at all sure how serious is the threat of global warming but it sure feels like Spring in Dorset The rains and 90 mph gales of a week or two ago have abated. And for the last two or three days the sun has been heating the house without any assistance from the central heating boiler during daylight hours.

I have lost my London pallour. And yesterday was in grave danger of getting sunburnt when I had lunch with my sister on the balcony of a pub overlooking the Exe River in Exford. What’s more the food was brilliant. I had haddock, done on a bed of spinach, along with new potatoes and topped with just the right amount of parsley sauce. Obviously the chef is taking his job seriously. Maybe he is hoping to get into the big money on television, where Jamie Oliver has been running into some flak because he has been pushing his own products down the noses of viewers.