Sherlock

It's been wet but people still came, though not in the numbers we've been used to.
The jewellery display is in place and the first bracelet was sold this morning. Clare brought the quiche and cakes I'd ordered yesterday plus one more for us to try. It looked like chocolate cake in a loaf shape, with chocolate buttercream running through it. It was even better than the regular chocolate cake. We sold a piece this afternoon as "mystery cake" to a family on their way home to Cornwall from a holiday in Scotland. We asked whether they could identify the secret ingredient. "Cinnamon?" one offered. "Coconut?". "Some sort of fruit?" Eventually, and with a lot of help, they landed on it. Courgette. The best thing to do with the glut in Clare's garden.