And the rain came down……..nothing for it but to have Sunday lunch on Thursday. I decided on gigot – cooks can make unilateral decisions as they’re doing the cooking – and potatoes roasted in goose fat. Whilst preparing the gigot I suffered a moment of doubt brought about by the “baaing” of our neighbours sheep next door. Without thinking I grabbed the bag of yesterday’s bread, which we keep for them, and went to their field to give them their morning’s “cassecroute”, showered them with endearments, and then straight back to the kitchen to stuff one of their brethren’s limbs with anchovies and rosemary. I felt like the “nice” guard in a concentration camp. It didn’t take me long to get over that crisis of conscience because time, tide and a hungry family wait for no man. To add an element of adventure to lunch, I thought it would be good to eat outside. I allowed them the benefit of the waterproof awning, to keep off the worst of the rain, as they were family and not my favourite sheep.