A couple of weeks ago, we went off to Petersfield market to buy our fruit and veg (more on that later) and took the scenic route home, through the winding roads and little villages nearby. The kiddos were asleep in the back of the car, the sun poured through the windows, and the radio played quietly in the background. Bliss.
It's times like these that remind me that actually, living where we do is pretty good. We're half an hour from a superbly clean, sandy beach in one direction, the countryside in another, and surrounded by little shops and markets all over. We're not quite up there with London, but we don't do badly down on the South Coast, and I really and truly couldn't imagine living anywhere else.
Aaaaanyway, as we headed back towards home, we passed a sign that told us a PYO farm was up ahead - never one to miss a food related opportunity, we lurched round the corner and up the hill. The sight that greeted us was spectacular - rolling hills for as far as the eye could see, flanked by an abundence of leafy trees and topped by the deepest blue sky.
|Rolling hills and rows of fruit bushes.|
|They also sold the most beautiful flowers and plants - check out those geraniums.|
|Well, if you insist.|
|Little blueberries for little hands.|
|It was so hot that I had to scrabble about in the car for something to cover up my bonce. Sunstroke is not a good look.....|
|The other Scarecrow was wearing a GAP jumper. Enough to frighten anything away.|