Sunday, December 17, 2017
Yesterday Olga and I went to Hampstead Heath and found the fields littered with huge snowballs. They looked like the remains of some Iron Age monument, a scattered miniature Stonehenge.
What was going on here, I'm not sure. I'm guessing people rolled these snowballs, and maybe some are even the remains of snowmen whose more delicate upper bodies have melted away. Your guess is as good as mine!
I also saw a rabbit, which must be a rarity on Hampstead Heath because of all the dogs. I'm not sure I've ever seen one there. Fortunately, Olga did not see it.
We walked a good long time and came home just as it was beginning to rain. Our timing really was perfect. I hurriedly bathed the dog and cleaned up the house, because we had some people coming over -- Dave's friend Catherine and her husband, Tom. They arrived for a late lunch around 2:30 p.m., and stayed until 6:30, when they had to skedaddle to see a performance of Handel's "Messiah" at St. Martin-in-the-Fields. I wonder if they stayed awake. We all had a fair amount of wine, and the "Messiah" isn't exactly short.
Dave made coq au vin in a white wine sauce, and vichyssoise, and his famous dried-fig-and-walnut dessert using brandy butter that one of his students brought him from Harrod's. Olga, exhausted from her walk, slept through most of the meal -- which was ideal, actually, because otherwise she would have been begging from all of us.
And here's yesterday's pottery shard, found on the Heath and added to my little collection.