Julie's been going to an Italian lady's cooking lessons which are paying off big time! You won't believe the hundreds of foodie mags and books Julie has in the kitchen, either - and it's a gastronomic treat to visit, I can tell you, so they were worth the £50,000 investment! :lol: Not only do you get very well fed and watered, but you have an interesting itinerary, too, while you're there. From the Tuesday night to the Friday morning, here's mine:
Drove Julie into Milverton (so she could have a couple of drinkies) to the newly and totally-refurbished pub, The Globe, which is now a very civilized eatery. We ate identically, with tiger prawns in tempura batter with sweet chilli dip; a huge steak of Spring lamb with luvverly fresh veggies, and a shared pot of panecotta (sp?), which was SO rich and gorgeous, we could barely walk the two paces to the car afterwards! Very much recommended.
Next day, an outing to a charity sale held in a monster house with good gardens and rambling stone outbuildings, The Old Rectory, where it was nice to meet locals, including the vicar, and to buy a few items.
In the afternoon, playing with the horses and foals and then grooming a huge Belgian Blue cow called, er, Wee Lass. The size of a Volvo, very tractable and pleasant, but would have come up better for a full body shampoo!
Next day, being Helper in the kitchen as the feast was prepared, then having a lovely time yattering with Julie's friends.
The one thing that's so apparent when I visit is how urbanized I've become as far as walking and keeping my balance is concerned - no, nowt to do with liquor! - it's just that you get so used to walking on flat pavements, or just driving, that trying to walk across lumpy fields and lanes becomes quite a challenge. I also realized just how damn unfit I am! Just closing a few heavy farm gates several times a day would do wonders for the biceps, I'm sure.