Farm Fresh

After J's dental checkup in Canterbury, we took a scenic detour round some of the tiny lanes, always a pleasure however dull and damp the day, so that we could stop at the farm gate where we usually buy our eggs. They are a particularly pretty half dozen, with my favourite combination of pale turquoise grey and brown speckles in the mix; and I smiled at the hen house embellishments, though I did pull out the straw and wipe the box before putting them in the fridge.