I keep forgetting to blog. I usually post at night, as an end of day thing, but I’ve been quite tired at bedtime lately. I’ve also started reading The Brothers Karamazov, which has diverted my attention from the online world. I’m still ambivalent about it - the online world, I mean. Dostoevsky is wonderful.

Life has been going along in it’s usual rhythm - home, shopping, workouts, meetings etc. I planted garlic and tulips, very late, but they should be ok. I sowed some radish and mooli in the polycrub - hopefully for some future ferments. I have a whole assortment of jars on the dresser now. Yesterday I made some kimchi, which tastes amazing right now, so it’s going to be pretty special in a fortnight’s time. I also made a celeriac kraut, with celeriac that I grew myself! They weren’t very big, but there was enough for a litre jar once they were shredded and pounded down. I also have fermented cranberry relish on the go and today’s experiment was Japanese miso pickles - misozuke - delicious wee flavour bombs.

I went for a swim at the weekend. It was so amazing being in the cold water, and I felt brilliant, but it did take me the rest of the day to feel warm again and even on Sunday I felt a bit chilled. I might leave off for a month or so now, until the temperature creeps up a bit. I only stayed in for 10 minutes. Maybe it was the windchill - I haven’t really mastered the art of getting dressed quickly once I get out.

Not much else to report. I finished the socks - I’m wearing them now, and I’ve cast on another pair. I still have the boy’s jumper on the go too. The snowdrops are out. Think that’s about it.