Farm shop

An early morning trip to the farm shop.
I like the fact that it’s a very utilitarian building, it doesn’t care about being instagrammable. It just sells excellent local produce at a good price.
I came back with spuds, a cabbage, carrots, onion, and half a dozen free range eggs. I got change from a fiver.
In the afternoon my brother came by, I didn’t photograph him this time as I prefer to remember him in his prime. It was lovely to see him though.
Anyway, the aforementioned veg became a Sunday dinner, including roast potatoes & the eggs going into Yorkshire puddings. It was bloody lovely.