And so it begins …. AGAIN! (hooray!?) Day old chicks supplied this year by www.rutlandorganics.co.uk : organic breeders of Norfolk Blacks, Bourbon Reds, and Cambridge Bronze ‘heritage’ varieties – a different confirmation to conventional ‘modern’ hybrids, but with a taste of the past. Turkey with a great flavour, that stay moist and succulent during cooking. We’re looking forward to rearing this year’s flock and comparing them to our usual Kelly Bronzes.
Safety goggles, check .. ear defenders, check .. ill fitting overalls, check. Had fun with the rotavator this afternoon. A few cartoon moments when it ran away with itself, dragging me behind (luckily, no one looking) .. but mostly, all good. Now the piggies field looks LOVELY and ready for sowing tomorrow with grass seed. Then a little rain .. forecast over the weekend (no, really?) and voila! Will go and buy some new egg layers once I’ve reinstated the chicken coup. On legs as before, to keep out nasty critters with sharp teeth.
The Fowey Festival has begun! Excited about seeing the National Youth Jazz Orchestra, Seann Walsh and Josh Widdicombe, and Jolanda Brown. Lots more besides .. I’m pacing myself!
Honeypin’s bespoke Landmark Kitchen was used today as a backdrop for Cornish Sea Salt Company‘s photo shoot. Delicious photos from friend and super-talented food photographer David Griffen. Great to see you David!
Unite and unite, and let us all unite For summer is a-comin’ today. And whither we are going we all will unite, In the merry morning of May. A particularly beautiful day for Padstow’s Obby Oss. The town alive with the sound drums and accordions, crowded with locals dressed in their May Day whites and their blue and red neckerchiefs. Warmed by the summer sun, this celebration lifts the heart as well as the pint jar! Walked the 26 mile Saint’s Way path from Fowey to Padstow for another year. To welcome the summer, have a few pints of Doom Bar and to play a part in the pagan festivities. The youngest member of our team preferred to wear his Vans rather than walking boots and ended up blistered and barefoot for some of the journey. Until we ‘borrowed’ a pair of over-sized trainers from a farmhouse in Blable. By strange coincidence the very kind man who donated his shoes turned out to be our chef in the Quarryman’s Arms and cooked our evening meal. Howzat?!
To the summer! And our annual walk to Padstow tomorrow. A poem to put us on the path.
Finbar is back! The Bottlenose dolphin with the tattered dorsal fin .. who loves to play alongside the Boddinick ferry and was today having fun with the life boat. I was lucky to see him from my kayak, having been on a litter pick this morning along the shore of Pont Pill, opposite Fowey. He’s quite the celebrity!
Arrived in a frozen Paris late last night and found our way to the (cheap) hotel, booked the day before and chosen for its proximity to Gare Montparnasse. Apart from the fact that it boasted a 5 minute walk to the station, and possibly the cheerful young man at reception, it had nothing going for it.
Given the green light to embark on this mighty adventure by my parents yesterday, Friday. Okay, we’re grown-ups and shouldn’t need to seek permission from mum and dad, but since they’ve agreed to look after three of our children for 24 days their blessing is a prerequisite for the trek.