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Weather was atrocious again today – wet and windy. We were going a little stir crazy, so we headed out to a new farm shop. Yes, that’s what we do for kicks. We have to go further and further afield to find new ones, though.

You might think they’re all alike, but wrong again, my imaginary internet friend. There are some things all farm shops seem to have in common – there’s a particular brand of frozen entrée name of Cook that’s in every one of them and some local grocery stores. I think Cook supplies the freezers for free, which explains that.

But they all have their specialities. Some have their own local fruit farm or market gardens. The one nearest us specializes in being terrible, which is a shame. It’s a fake farm shop for tourists.

The one we went to today specializes in meat. They rear their own pigs and sheep and especially cows. We like meat.

On a Summer’s day, you can watch the herd contentedly grazing behind the shop. You probably could’ve watched them discontentedly munching hay in a barn today if you had a mind to get wet.

They clearly have a mixed meat/dairy herd because FRESH MILK DISPENSER, Y’ALL! You buy the bottle (or bring it back washed), press the button and DAIRY MIRACLE. I’m very fond of milk.

I’d like to think on the other side of that wall is a cow hooked up to a milking machine.


Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: March 22, 2023, 7:44 pm

“I’d like to think on the other side of that wall is a cow hooked up to a milking machine.”

Is the cream still in the milk, or has it been separated?
If the cream has been removed, then the dispenser is probably hooked up to one of those plastic bags that line the inside of a cardboard box and holds two or three gallons of milk.

If the cream is still in the milk, then it is possible the dispenser is hooked up to some plastic tubing that is hooked up to a large, refrigerated stainless steel tank that is hooked up to more plastic tubing that is hooked up to a milking machine, that, twice a day, is hooked up to a milk cow.
I can testify that fresh warm milk with the cream still in it, carried into the kitchen in a pail carried by an uncle which is then ladled over your breakfast cereal is THE BEST WAY to eat breakfast cereal.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 22, 2023, 8:26 pm

Sadly, no. The milk is from their herd right enough, but it’s clearly homogenized. I haven’t tasted it yet and I’m used to Jersey milk, so we’ll see…we’ll see…

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: March 22, 2023, 9:19 pm

Have you tried Clarkson’s farm yet? Or has their council put him out of business?

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 23, 2023, 1:22 am

Specializes in being terrible. LMAO.

Ah, I can see Michael Palin behind the counter right now extolling the virtues of how terrible they are to a puzzled and angry John Cleese who’s bought something that he thought had a humorous false label when it in fact precisely described the terrible product.

Comment from p2
Time: March 23, 2023, 2:12 am

It’s a long way from Nigel & his milk float to self serve….

Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: March 23, 2023, 11:58 am

Second the idea of visiting Diddly Squat Farm! You might get to meet the great man himself.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 23, 2023, 4:44 pm

Clarkson’s farm is a couple of hundred miles away. I understand the program is brilliant, but it’s not worth giving money to Amazon for. I’m a total Amazonophobe.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: March 23, 2023, 9:03 pm

My suggestion was not to use Amazon, but to actually visit. If he is still in business, that is. His local council has not been very fond of his operation, and has tried their best to shut him down. Maybe they can bring in Sunak to help them?

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