A DATE IN THE DAIRY

A farm in a nearby village has started selling chilled raw milk from this dispenser next to the dairy and B is keen to buy it (I'm not really a milk drinker) and says it's how milk used to taste (again, my memories of school milk do not make me nostalgic for it). However, it's an excuse to drive over to the village and see some of the wildflower verges still in flower on the way (extras). In order not to clock up too many car-miles just going to collect four litres of milk, we've decided to combine a weekly trip with a pub meal in one of the two pubs just 100 yards or so down that hill on the left in the extra. It seems like a good plan. We've also bought glass bottles to re-use.