Life in Somerset

October 6th, 2008

Odours of the nearby barnyard swirl around in the air while queues grow longer and longer behind a tractor crawling along the road. Summer in Somerset is wonderful! If you’ve got the time you can grab a bucket, take a wander to the outside of town and pick some wild blackberries. Only be sure to pick those above waist level or the local farm dog may have graciously adulterated them.

You may even be lucky enough to find yourself in a local market town; you probably won’t leave empty handed. Kilos of meat, vegetables, fruit and even candy can be purchased at the market without injuring the bank. Playful banter between the butcher and his customers is a recipe for a good bargain.

Summer leads to Autumn which leads to pumpkins and sweetcorn on the cob. The air has adopted a biting chill and the clouds have only begun to leak their Winter tears. The sun drops off to sleep long before the people. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the local pub beckons its patrons to come enjoy a slice of pie with their mates.

Autumn will soon lead to Winter when the clouds will release their tears with no mercy. Then I shall hide away in my warm kitchen where the wafts of pumpkin pie and turkey will hover.

~ by bendecida on October 8, 2008.