A simple (final) supper

Woe is me, for Sunday marked the last evening with Gerry and Richard, my lovely, hospitable friends.  After the beautiful barbecue, it was a light supper of Mushrooms à la Grecque - another Richard special.

Served simply with brown bread and butter (buttered with my own fair hand - of course not, it was buttered by me with a butter knife).

All undertaken by the light of the fairies in the garden, winking from the bay trees (remember the bay leaf flavouring the salmon) as they skittered about bringing colour and sparkle to a Sunday night with friends.