Visiting a working farm in West Sussex was a treat, especially as the farmers were the parents of the boyfriend of maytrees min who took the photo below:
Somehow hens' eggs from supermarkets these days, though generally reasonable to eat, are never as tasty as I recollect from childhood times. The farmers' eggs were simply delicious; possibly the eggs being scrambled and cooked very soon after being laid, then being consumed shortly afterwards, is one reason, with the hens being free to roam from their henhouse being another.
Stories of foxes and an escaping cockerel were recounted and some tiny chicks emerged from the henhouse. I was too slow to photograph these but manged to picture a rooster at least:
Later we visited a nearby vineyard where wine and cheese was excellent:
The vineyard had only recently added its visitors' yard for food and drink, the latter obviously concentrating on its own produce.
Driving precluded me from drinking the wine although I did have sip of the local rose from the glass of mrs maytrees. Instead of wine, the Swiss waitress made me a delicious non-alcoholic drink, comprising four pressed fruits, mixed together with ginger.
A full and very enjoyable day away.
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