From a villager (and her lovely lurcher dog) who thought my chickens might have escaped. They hadn’t. It’s my neighbours chooks who go walk about across the road.
And when I mentioned that we had lived in Devon over 40 years ago she asked if I knew the Quickes. I knew their dairy and their farm shop just outside the village of Newton St Cyrs which I passed on my way home from working in Exeter. She had discovered a connection in her grandparents family. I told her that they made fantastic butter, cheese and ice cream and a friend of ours used to work in the dairy and serve in the shop. It’s always good to meet new village neighbours and share histories and connections.
