Snow Drop Inn, Lewes
Arrived early to meet friends for a Sunday roast (legendary… ssh, don’t tell everyone!) and had some time to sit in the sun and scribble.
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Scrumped Apples
Scrumped these apples in Youlgreave, Derbyshire. Apple trees everywhere and apples just falling and rotting.
There was an apple pressing session in the Village Hall. Prerequisite old dears in chairs around the edge, having a natter whilst the apples were being hand pressed.
The queue of people with bags and boxes of windfalls got bigger. The pressing was slow business. There were two apple pies in slices for donation. Perplexingly, there was just half a cup of fresh apple juice for donation too. It was delicious, but there should have been more! We were surrounded by hundreds of apples.
I met the man who planted the apple trees I’d taken these from. He planted them 40 years ago. They were not in his garden, but he was delighted the apples would not go to waste.
Image is A3, drawn in Prismacolor pencils.
Happy Birthday
For a man with a moustache…
The Trellis
It is a blisteringly cold day. A little bus adventure brings us to Rottingdean. Rottingdean is a quaint little English village near Brighton. “What do you want to do?”, she asks. “I want to go to a tea house with doilies on the table”, I say.
Off we go, and it is not long before we find the Trellis. The restaurant is completely chock a block with chintzy tea pots and more knick knacks than a car boot sale. You can’t look anywhere without spotting a brass cannon, or a ceramic greyhound. Behind and on the counter, precarious stacks of mismatched saucers, tea cups and tea pots.
We choose cake, and a cream tea with scones, made by the owners daughter. It is perfectly divine, along with the steaming pots of tea.
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Onions
Birthday card
Kettle
Self portrait in kettle, with record player