As most of you will know i do search out the odd culinary delight, and for all the years i have bee coming here i have passed a place that was along beaten road and was an old farm mill. This place apparently is a working dairy farm and sells exquisite ice cream, and unbeknown to me food!
The”Laird” insisted we call in for a spot of lunch and with bit of trepidation entered what was once the mill room where horses would be harnessed and walk in circles milling the corn. I had a quick glance at the specials on the blackboard and noticed to my delight no fries, yes nothing is fried here it is a dream nothing but wholesome fresh vegetables.
When I say that it is a farm, I am looking out to the fields in front of me and there are goats, pigs and dairy cows which contribute to the excellent the ice-cream. I have been warned by Renn, a very cute waitress to have ice cream today, not that it will take much arm twisting mind you.
The food here is fabulous the combination of the salad and vegetables works really well, combine that with hot smoked salmon with dill and cream cheese in a panini and you have a very nice lunch. If you are a health nut then i would definitely call in as the menu has a verygood variety and everything is locally produced.
Today I cannot see the blue sky as it covered in dark clouds I think the technical term for this is 8 octas but don’t quote me, suffice to say it’s been pissing down for ages!
I have a couple of things to do today one is for mylate mothers estate and the other is dog sittingfor myfriend Graeme, who is working all weekend at T in the park. This is a rock festival like Glastonbury but since it’s outdoors Theres going to be a lot of wet people!
Tomorrow ihave to scatter mymothers ashes in the Sma Glenn (pronounced Small Glenn) and I will get wet as i will be up a hill exposed to the elements, however it is the last and probably the hardest thing I will do here.