I know it’s gratuitous but I couldn’t resist adding some more pictures. I woke hideously early this morning and when the dawn eventually broke the sun bathed everything it fell on the in most beautiful honey coloured light.
So when it got warm enough it was back to the grindstone, or rather the shaving horse, turning out enough shakes to finish off the roof. It’s getting late in the year but I don’t want the roofing underlay to take an entire winter’s weather unprotected.
Moreover the roof is, without a doubt, the most difficult part of this entire project. As and when I pick it all up again in the spring the rest of it will hopefully come together pretty quickly.
Enough of treehouses. More about quince; specifically quince comfits. I used Jane Grigson’s recipe to make a thick quince paste which I then turned out into trays and popped into the airing cupboard. The thing to stress is that you really do need to boil down the quince puree and sugar (50/50 mix by weight) until it is so thick that it comes right away from the sides of the pan and you can scrape a wooden spoon along the bottom and the quince mixture doesn’t immediately collapse back to fill the gap.
The second batch I made ended up too squidgy and has gone back into the airing cupboard for a week to see if it’ll dry out.
The idea is that one cuts it up with a knife dipped in boiled water to heat the blade. It helps cut what is otherwise a clingy, sticky substance. Then you toss the cubes in caster sugar and pop them into a jar with more caster sugar and shake. It really is a thoroughly mediaeval treat.
Speaking of treats, one last for those of you who like English landscapes – the Wadhurst ridge as seen from Foxhole Lane. It’s one of the best views in the High Weald.