Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals." - Winston S. Churchill
In early November I set out, as promised, to visit several of my proposed pig purveyors (try saying that ten times fast!)
So, one morning, absurdly early, I headed to the train station:
where I hopped on a train to visit an Essex-based Gloucester Old Spot and Sandy Black farmer...
Along with about 15 other Restauranteurs and Butchers as it turned out!
How many cooks does it take to watch one man butcher a goose?! Amirite?
Apparently, every year, this particular farmer invites all of his customers (or in my case, potential customers) up to visit, in order to see first hand how fabulous a life his animals enjoy before the inevitable. Or perhaps it was to see what a fabulous life he enjoyed, as besides visiting with his free-range geese, turkeys and piggies,
we also drank beer,
hung out in his deer 'hide'*
and munched on sausage roll!
All in all, it was pretty exhilerating. Not just the activities, mind you... But frankly, the difference beteween dreaming of a farmer who shared your ethics and actually getting to confirm first hand that they exist is pretty wide. The difference between a kettle of fish and hmm... a kettle of pigs?
On to the next adventure! Where our heroine rescues an orphaned cure-box and designs a logo...
*Also called a "Blind" where I hail from. Essentially, where you hang about trying to aim at wild deer.