Cress Fallen

Last day down here in our fabulous farm/stable block conversion.

Breagha's certainly going to miss all the pheasants that roam around here.

With the big drive home tomorrow we didn't go too far today, just visited a few of the small quaint villages in south eastern Hampshire. Cream teas and egg-mayo and watercress sandwiches were the order of the day.

Talking of watercress, this part of the country is the home of that salad and sandwich favourite. It's everywhere, growing in low lying beds and fed by crystal-clear water. I never knew!