Stroupach

At six I dressed, and went down to the kitchen to light the fire, thinking to surprise Cordelia by bringing her stroupach up to her in bed on Harvest-morn. But I found that I was not the only one to be up betimes.

The trick, my dear madam, is to ensure that the sun is shining on the flowers as you pick them and never to pause, yea even for a stroupach, between picking and starting the mulching process.

With a ‘stroupach’ (cup of tea) in the church hall afterwards (and, as we said the last time, this is one of the best ‘stroupachs’ in London – with a cuppa, cake and a chat in Gaelic or English!).