Day two of 'going local'

 
Not really needing anything, but keen to check out what the coming weeks had in store, I popped along to the farm shop nearest to Darling boy's playgroup.  I've been there before on a hunt for seville oranges and knew what I was likely to find.  It has nice looking fruit and veg, a meat counter manned by a butcher straight from Central Casting (ie, jolly, rosy-cheeked and a local man through and through)  I managed to come away with a wicker basket of chicken paupettes, leeks, fruit, cornish brie, some eggs and some lovely daffs, as spring has finally sprung.  Proper job.

...and ps, check out Darling boys brilliant hat made by himself at playgroup, as my Cruwys Morchard chum said, ' Philip Treacy eat your heart out!'

Cupcakes and making cider

 Our Cruwys Morchard Chums had a cider making day and we went along with the apples from our orchard to be added to the mix.  It was a cold, sunny day.  The men folk chopped and squished apples, and us girls sensibly stayed inside mostly (to be fair, I did do a bit of chopping) and chatted and drank tea.  To go along with the party, I baked these chocolate cupcakes.  Everyone likes chocolate after all, and we needed something sweet after the sticky hotdogs and warm cider of lunch.

 

Triple chocolate fudge cupcakes

Just what is needed when friends come for tea. 

A serious amount of chocolate and a willing audience to try out new cupcakes.  I always find a group of small children the most discerning of tasters.  If they don't like it, they wont eat it to be polite.  The proof was in the pudding- they were all gobbled up.

Stormy weather and re-homing heros

We have been asked to move.  The problem with renting is that when the landlady wants her house back, you have to go.  It such a shame, we have loved living here.  Sure the house is shabby chic, but is it big and beautiful, with unforgettable views.

We have been rescued from uncertainty and homelessness by our wonderful, generous friends who live in a nearby village.  They are in fact the parents of our Cruwys Morchard chums who happen to have a 2 bedroom cottage lying idle.  They have offered it to us.  We went to visit it and its perfect.  Only 3 minutes further along the hill from Tivvy, so still near the farm.  Plus we will be closer to our friends, which is lush too.

Handsome husband and I hardly know how to thanks our re-homing heros.