It’s really cold and windy this morning. On days like this I know I live on the westernmost point of Brittany, where the land juts out undefended into the wild, wintery Atlantic ocean.
Trapped indoors by the weather, it is time to cook, read, keep warm, hibernate. A glut of apples led to an afternoon of baking. The apples were a mixture of windfalls collected on nice autumn walks and “other found” apples (more on that in another post).