Anna, a middle age woman in England with a self-deprecating look at life, mostly. I am not one thing, I am many and so is my blog. It's a lucky dip when you read me. I am part cook, part struggling fashion forward thinker, part mother, part professional job holder, part chicken keeper, part shopper. I am not an expert on anything other than me and I'm a 'bitsa'. So is my blog, bitsa' this, bitsa' that.
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Clapham and New Hens
Last Saturday was a day of two contrasting halves. For the first I donned my go-to jumper from Gap (no, you aren't reading the wrong blog but I can't help but get fashionista now and then, and yes, every wannabe fashionista has a selfie stick )
and caught bus, train and legs . I arrived at Clapham Junction around 8.30 in the morning and headed straight for Whole Foods Market here on my boring blog.
Having stocked up on essentials I wandered down the streets of this up and arrived area enjoying the Nottinghill like ambiance. The street market of olive stalls and boulangerie counters was coming to life as vendors set out their taste sensations.
I arrived at my friends house at 9 am for a fresh croissant and coffee breakfast.
Not my friends house but the neighbourhood
The coffee was in a plunger. How that taste was so much more flavoursome then the pods. I imagined my friend cycling around this Nottinghillesque area at 8 am with a basket on his bike handlebars to collect the pastries and breads.
After a few hours of chat with friends over this relaxed suburban village breakfast we all went our separate ways. At home in Sussex my lunch was bits of my delicacies from Whole Foods Market.
In the afternoon Mr Him and I drove across the Ashdown forest to collect new hens. A farmer has been desperately trying to find new forever homes for 9000 hens that are past their productive life. This has been a nationwide campaign including TV shows. I reserved 4.
Mr Him capturing hens
A few of the 9000
My new hens laid on their first day at home so productive enough for me.
By way of sealing the deal we were given cupcakes to take home with our new hens. I see them as an edible booklet of what you too can do with your new chickens. A unique and clever marketing ploy.