Charlie aka Forages and Finds invited me and my family for a day out in the Cotswolds.
While I was looking forward to seeing her, I was really looking forward to seeing these.
All 8 of us plus Truffle the doglet piled in and the adventure began.
When I was learning to drive in 1977 the two cars I had the pleasure of driving were a Mini Cooper and a Morris Traveller. This was a real nostalgia trip for me.
Memories of when I was 17 flooded back. The smell of the car, the noise of the engine, the bouncy seats, no seat belts in the back, when motoring was about having fun, not about commuting, traffic jams and boy racers. When 50p filled up the petrol tank and 17 year olds could afford to insure a car. No air con, just wide open windows and the wind through your hair.
Then, like today, a large group of us would set off to Clent or the Lickey Hills in a collection of Morris Travellers, Minis, Jeeps and Beach Buggies. It was the 70’s, we were into Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and The Eagles. We had long hair, flared jeans and tie die t shirts. We didn’t have California but we did have Clent.
Back to 2014. Charlie and Dom drove us first to Whichford for lunch at The Straw Kitchen. We had a mooch around Whichford Pottery too. I can thoroughly recommend a visit here. The gardens are lovely, the ceramics on sale are beautifully crafted and the selection of quality gifts is very good.
The main reason we were here was for the food in this quirky cafe.
The tea here is English in the true sense of the word as it is grown on the Tregothan Estate in Cornwall.
The ingredients are seasonal and locally sourced. The menu has an Eastern Mediterranean influence, think Yotam Ottolenghi, with a Cotswold twist. The food is very good.
And then Charlie announced that we were off to Adelstrop for a walk and some foraging.
Adelstrop. Just a couple of weeks ago I had read the poem I Remember Adelstrop at Make Friends with a Book, the shared reading group I go to. I had mentioned then that I would love to visit the village. And now I was.
Later after a walk and some trespassing and foraging we stopped here.
For cake, of course. There is always cake when you are with Charlie and co.
And we listened as Dom read aloud ‘I remember Adelstrop’. The people on the next table also stopped to listen. Such is the power of shared reading and good poetry.
Go and make some tea, cut a slice of cake and listen to Richard Burton reading the poem by playing the film below.