On a recent trip to Ireland I ate my body weight in fabulous bread - soda farls, potato, wheaten, Veda
( oh my goodness, Veda bread, who knew ) and sourdough, home tended, home made, divine sourdough at Siobhans. Their daily bread, my slice of perfection.
Ireland was a fabulous adventure, there have been many since I was last here, lucky lady that I am, days out with friends, festivals, trips to Florida, the Keys and my beloved Isle of Lewis, much has changed here but as is life, much is still the same.
We still home educated O ( nearly 8 ! ) I still knit, read, sew ( occasionally ) cook, forage, create.
We still live in the same house, in the same village.
Friends have come, some gone and thankfully those very dear, family of the heart friends are still here.
There have been heartbreaking goodbyes, to dear loved ones including my Grandad.
Celebrations of birthdays, births, long lasting marriages, achievements and the every day, each day has something to put a smile on your face, like restarting this blog and seeing your lovely comments, thank you.
Eager to have my own sourdough going on, I bought a starter and set to feeding it, nurturing it, celebrating all it's bubbly goodness and then finally I made bread.
So now I have my own daily bread happening, my own slice of heaven.
Life is good.
