BUT, I also love the country. The fresh air, rambling through the fields, lambing season, and toasty fires on damp days.
You can’t have it both ways.
On Sunday, Tall Guy and I stumbled across Spitalfields City Farm*, where our mutual love for city and country was reconciled.
That’s right, we went to a farm. In the middle of the city. In the middle of LONDON!
|country or city?|
It was quiet. The air was filled with scent of tulips and herbs. We watched the horses run in their corral against a backdrop of growing vegetables and the Gherkin. We looked on as some chickens try to escape - maybe scared by my feather earrings?
We saw a goat bite someone, and saw some miniature horses which I incorrectly first identified (from afar, without glasses), as giant wild pigs. I felt better about my mistake after Tall Guy saw some guinea pigs - “What is wrong with those rabbits?”
After an impromptu picnic lunch (bagels with smoked salmon for me and salted beef for Tall Guy) ,that we picked up just a stone’s throw away from a food market on Brick Lane, we whiled away the afternoon in a little park. Once satisfied with our fill of “country” air (and bagels), we made our way home.
|upon further inspection, that is NOT a pig|
*The farm now runs an “eco-chic” market on Sundays, so you can shop for handmade gifts and homemade goodies, and even some gardening supplies.