I picked what I suspect were the last of my runner beans. Then I set off to a nearby village to buy some of my favourite Gloucester Old Spot sausages to go with them.
Disaster! The farm shop had burnt down. It seems the fire was started by a freezer, presumably failing to cope with the heat.
So I went on down the road to the next nearest farm shop, and there was the same butcher helping out. I got a bit confused and bought wild boar sausages instead of the Old Spots. Never mind, they went down a treat.
Several of the farm shops and village butchers are owned by the same local group which has the slaughterhouse and meat packing plant where a lot of the local animals end up. I suspect they do more for the health of the local population that the doctors nurses and dieticians.
Disaster! The farm shop had burnt down. It seems the fire was started by a freezer, presumably failing to cope with the heat.
So I went on down the road to the next nearest farm shop, and there was the same butcher helping out. I got a bit confused and bought wild boar sausages instead of the Old Spots. Never mind, they went down a treat.
Several of the farm shops and village butchers are owned by the same local group which has the slaughterhouse and meat packing plant where a lot of the local animals end up. I suspect they do more for the health of the local population that the doctors nurses and dieticians.