Bucolic sauce

Our eldest daughter and her partner, Jim, called in on Monday to collect their dog. Jim prepared a quick snack of beans on toast for them before they set off on the last leg of their journey home to Brighton. As a Worcester lad he, of course, looked for the Worcestershire sauce, to give it its full name. We didn't have any. We do now! 
I took the photo on a stool  in the conservatory and, with a bit of cropping, thought it looked to be in a rather bucolic setting.