Nailsea, where Tamara and her fiance Rob live, is a sweet little town outside of Bristol, with an abundance of charity shops.
Tamara and Rob have a 250-year-old house with an abnormally large back yard (for England), and in that back yard live nine chickens: 7 edible, 2 not.
Mollie and Barbara are the egg-layers. The others Rob plans to kill himself in a couple of weeks, when they’re good and meaty.
There’s a big trend here towards locally-produced food and free-range animals in grocery stores and restaurants, which I love, and have wished for awhile would become bigger at home.
On the days when I’m not walking around Bristol and it isn’t raining, I mostly like hanging out with the chooks, and a newspaper.
We spent the bank weekend in Devon, in a town called Sidmouth on the coast. Tamara had a wedding dress fitting, and we otherwise spent time with her future in-laws, eating, drinking, walking, and watching the Eurovision song contest final. Croatia should have won! The UK tied for last place.