After breakfast I set off on a 45 minute drive to visit a lady whom I met in Cambodia. I had to go when she said I was the most interesting man she'd ever met. I must make sure I keep all competition well away from her. She'd come with her son, his wife and daughter to bring donations to orphanages. Connie's a lively senior so I didn't mind taking the time. She always jokes that she's got so many questions to ask.
In the afternoon I dug up potatoes, beetroot, carrots, onions and turnip and collected some corn on the cob to take to Morgan's home as I'd been invited to join him and Wayne for dinner. The two of them, along with Ross, have a row in our farm garden each year. Morgan's home is minute but so full of character. It's even older than the Bocock house which makes it about 110 years old. It was owned originally by a trapping family and in the small shed were the hooks used to hang the pelts. Morgan loves carpentry so he had a great time over the years removing all the embellishments that had been put up, to cover the original walls and floor. Now it's a cosy little house with lots of character. I'd never been before so we toured the garden and inspected the hot tub which is kept plugged in and used all winter. Both Wayne and Morgan are graduates from a horticulture programme so they were reeling off the names of plants and trees that I knew nothing about.
The dinner was very interesting - tortiere, which is a French Canadian meat pie made with a mixture of pork, beef and veal in a pastry, along with roast potatoes and red cabbage. Dessert was a dainty apple tart with cheese and cherries that had been soaked for months in a liqueur. We just sat and chatted and had a good evening, made better with a gin and tonic and red wine.
