Fresh milk

In a village not ver far away, we often pass a raw milk vending machine, but never have a bottle to take the milk home. So I cleansed the bottle I have kept from the Aachener milk vending machine thoroughly to buy a liter raw milk. In my childhood we always drank raw milk. We cycled to the farmer every day with a five-liter milk bucket to have it filled. While we waited for the farmer to do so, we hugged the calfs or lambs, or played with the kittens. Nice memories.
This milk vending machine is in a small cabin and there is no sign of a farmer, although it is on his property. The farm is situated in the middle of the village and that's why the cows are in the meadow behind the farm.

Bert, the city boy, liked the rice pudding I made.