Meg's Macarons

Meg taught a macaron baking class today at the local cafe in our nearby little town. She was cool and calm and it went off without a hitch. I was very proud of her.

Aged egg whites.

After the class was over I ducked home and picked up Drew; the three of us had lunch at the cafe (G was off playing cricket). The ladies gave Meg a voucher for doing the class so it was her shout!

Afterwards, we drove to the fairly new community centre and visited the art gallery. Then we checked out the community garden (SPinach!), then sat for 20 minutes on a big log and talked and laughed together.

When we got home, Drew and I took Meg on a tour of the latest developments - the wood/compost bays and the vege garden. Poofy bit his tonge when Coco ran into him. There was blood.Then Meg left to go back to Twba and Drew left to go to work at the pub in D. He's had a trying time at work the last two nights, witnessing fights and being abused for refusing service to overly drunk customers; working in a bar he's at the coalface of the local drinking scene and sees, first hand and confrontingly, the changes that alcohol brings to normally decent and reasonable and likeable people.

After they had both gone I went for a walk around the perimeter of the farm; up the laneway to check the water, across the back and down the other boundary. It was warm when I left but cooled down as twilight descended.

Cricket was successful although The Warrior is walking like an old man tonight.