The roast beef of old England.

We left Market Bosworth this morning in a gale of wind,

the trees stark against a lowering sky.

The clouds scudded before the wind and hurled the occasional flurry of icy rain in our faces, a miserable day to be moving. So I threw my mind back to yesterday, 1800, Jill was just dishing up dinner. Bill the butcher had provided us with a rib of beef and Jill worked her magic. Now if you're having roast beef a decent Yorkshire pudding is essential:

now that is a proper Yorkshire pud.

Added to the beef, roasties and carrots, broccoli and asparagus, fit for a king. Forgot to mention the gravy!
Sadly today is a fast day on the diet, a poached egg for brekkies and now nothing until this evening.

Watch this space..........