I find myself restless this morning, even though I got barely three hours’ sleep, as the Pub stayed busy ’till past two. Blame it on three days of truly nasty weather that’s left the not quite Winter season work crews with precious little to do. None-the-less, it’s barely seven in the morning and I’ve left our warm bed where Ingrid sleeps on, barely aware I’ve left. Your sister has always been a deep sleeper!
There is a quickening in the air and in the oaks in the Courtyard that reminds you that the dark winter months are upon us even and there’s a deep chill in the morning air that will only get stronger in the coming months.
Of course, there are always warm places in this building where one can be comfortable, such as the kitchen! Even without the sun shining through the windows into that ever so pleasant space, there are enticing smells of baking on the air, and quite pleasant Welsh music being played where the Neverending Session, including a crwth player, has taken up residence in a cozy corner near the fireplace. The work crews kept dropping by to see if they could cadge a bit of breakfast despite the early hour . . .
For me, I’d take some really sharp Quebec cheddar and the still warm from the oven sourdough bread with braised onions and small dark olives in it with a cup of strong coffee with fresh cream.
Your sister’s usually the morning person as I’m the one who works into the early hours, but she put in extra hours the last few days with The Steward doing the report to the Estate trustees on the finances for the past year. I think they’ll be very pleased as we made a pretty profit due to a most excellent number of conferences ranging from an environmental makers NGO regional gathering to the curling round-robin this past Winter. And this year looks equally busy which means I’ll run a tidy profit again.
Now I must leave you, as otherwise I’ll miss out on the Nutella crepes with smoked bacon on the side that the kitchen staff has prepared — and I for one think that’s a great breakfast treat!
Until next time, Reynard
PS: So when are you coming to visit? My wife’s hinting rather strongly that either you must come soon or we’ll need to visit you in Riga. And there’s a place for you here if Putin starts eyeing your country as his next acquisition. I wonder if he realizes that some of the more restless border regions of Russia may argue to join the area they’re more culturally akin to? And there’s not enough left of the old Soviet army to put down multiple rebellions.