Bundt cake anyone?

I have bought what is called a Bundt tin. It’s for making those ring style cakes. There are loads of designs, but the cannot  be lined with bread proof paper to ease getting your cake out of the tin. I read up on how best to do this,  the best way is to make sure you cover every crevice of the tin with butter or margarine, then shake flour on top of it. This did the trick beautifully. The cake shrinks a bit in cooling, and after a bit of icing on top it was ready. It’s a nice ginger cake recipe, wonderfully moist. It will last a lot longer now….

I went to the local History Society monthly meeting where we had a talk on Windsor. Of course the castle dominates the visual appearance of the place. But after the UK broke with Rome, the pilgrims stopped coming to be relieved of their sins and all the businesses that relied on those people arriving, lost out and the town went into decline. The link to the royal family, the castle was also left unused and became a ruin. It was a really good talk and two of my neighbours came along. The society is comprised of  members, most of whom are older than me, and their numbers seem less than when I was there a while ago. It’s a shame. I am  going on their trip to Bletchley. 

I had a walk around Dinton Pastures with the Cocker Spaniel and the Labrador. We had lunch in the nearby pub as we usually do. The Henley towpath is still flooded apparently. We will go back when it has dried out. But Dinton has dried out enough so we could do a big loop around all the lakes, which was good. Both dogs love the water and had a swim in a small pond. After the pub, I took them both to the Cocker’s home, and we waited for his owner to come back before we left. During the walk the cocker picked up several sticks, the Labrador went over to grab it, not to steal it, but to play tug, but gave up after the cocker gave a warning growl. They tolerate each other, as I have said before but aren’t super friends. 


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