Meek abundance

Having bought too much clotted cream for the family dinner on Saturday I was left with a spare pot, and what can you do then except make scones?

I've always used Delia's recipe but they've never been brilliant. Last time I tried Mary Berry's but they weren't amazing either. So this time I gave Paul Hollywood a try. He uses strong bread flour unusually.

The recipe said makes eleven but as I was making them for Zac's I decided to double up, and ended up with an awful lot of large scones!

Not enough cream for more so some were butter-and-jammed, and I'm still left with a boxful, which I'll donate to the friendship group that meets in church this afternoon.

Good scones though. I'll use this recipe again.

Zac's went fine, the only problem being with our swanky new gender neutral toilet. The sensor light in it only comes on if someone stomps about in the room above.

As we were looking at meekness, I read this poem by Stewart Henderson.

Many years ago Sean had funding to commission different artists to create pieces based on the beatitudes. All except this one were paintings or sculptures. The rest are all in storage at the moment.