Thunder and lightning today before sunrise (currently about twenty to seven). Not a lot of rain but sky pretty grey and whitecaps visible on the sea. Not good, as J and Bill have plans to meet in the centre to go to the butcher’s and pick up some beef fillet for a noon meal. The butcher (for some reason the signs here usually say butchery, which to my ears has connotations of massacre rather than simple meat cutting. The meat in question is a piece J and butcher have discussed previously and has now been hanging for about six weeks. A place recommended by Magne years ago as providing not only good meat but intelligent discussion about cuts.
They nearly make it home before a sudden, violent downpour. So dry clothes, glasses of spiced rum, and beautiful fillet steaks. Fresh local strawberries too - though presumably greenhouse. Jane joins us for the lunch after her painting group.
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