Today we brunched at
which was undergoing work on the roof as we arrived.
I first featured their ancient farm cart in https://derrickjknight.com/2020/09/11/do-not-climb/
Here are some more details from this visit. With its injunction warning customers against climbing on this vehicle of a past age, it lies alongside the car park, its wooden boards slowly degenerating; self-seeded plants seeking nourishment from a build-up of soil and other materials; its powerful iron fittings protected from the ravages of time by the patina of rust or of red paint.
These garden obelisks are some of the many artefacts on sale in the yard.
As we turned into Ringwood Road on our journey home a grinning cyclist passed us from ahead.
The reason became apparent around the next bend where donkeys blocked the road;
pannage pigs foraging a little further on kept to the verge.
This evening, begging porcine forgiveness, we dined on Mediterranean style pork chops (with paprika, garlic, and a little chilli); crisp roast potatoes, some sweet and softer; crunchy carrots; tangy red cabbage; and tender green beans with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Malbec.