I made my bergamot lemon marmalade in two batches.

Twenty full jars (including some tumblers as I ran out of jam jars). The winter sun shone brilliantly as I worked enveloped in lemon scented steam.

We left the warm house to walk down to the horses. It's been quite a while since we visited Sienna. She hasn't forgotten Hugh. He dug into his pockets for horse sweets and had a whispered conversation with her.

Bronze came from the top of his field as soon as he saw us at the gate. He had been rolling so his thick coat was caked with mud. In spite of this, he remains the elegant, highly trained animal he always was and bowed beautifully on receiving a sweet. Not bad for an old man of twenty two!