england

Pencoed Growers - A land bursting with flavour & bunnies

 

We are in our second week of our newest Helpx host: Yvonne & John of Pencoed Growers in Pencoed (about half an hour from Cardiff in Wales).  John & Yvonne are lovely, are great cooks and are looking after us very well.  They grow organic veggies and some fruits, as well as Xmas trees.  They also sell veggie boxes (just like Aussie Farmers back home).  We help them out with all sorts of bits like packing the veggie boxes, weeding, planting, and picking raspberries & other veggies for sale.

Now, I’m well known for being a wee bit of a veggie nut.  You all know that.  I happily munch whole carrots for snacks as well as entire meals.  Shit you not, the veggies I’ve had here are the best I’ve ever had.  The cherry tomatoes are so flavourful they make you weep. 

There must be something in the soil, because rainbows grow in the form of salads here.

The only real pests are the bunny rabbits, who, I have to say, are very welcome in my eyes.  THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE!!!  Have you ever seen one sitting in a French bean patch munching on flowers?  It’s enough to make a grown man collapse with knee-weakening love of all things cuddly.  Luckily for you, we managed to get a photo of said bunny wabbit.

The carrots grow in all sorts of amusing shapes, yes, they have willies!  It’s highly, highly amusing.  Also they smell amazing when you’ve pulled up a wheel barrow full of them.  Carrots, not willies.

They grow herbs (basil, dill), fennel, eggplant, cucumbers, salad leaves, cherry tomatoes, capsicums, French beans, runner beans, carrots, potatoes, beetroot, artichoke, raspberries, garlic, spring onions, spinach, broccoli… I know there’s more.  Much of it is done in polytunnels – basically a plastic tube to increase warmth & protection.  Incidentally, we get to wear Wellies (gum boots) and water proof trousers which in fact act exactly like your own personal polytunnel leggings.   Humidity pants, if you will.

We’ve spent some time checking out Cardiff city, as well as a nearby castle called Caerphilly Castle which is probably the best castle we’ve ever seen.  We also bought some whisky & ginger fudge, which was a pretty good decision..

Enjoy the following pictures of the best veg in the world which you will never have:

Be still my bleeding heart...

As you have all been keen to point out, I am now 30.  After having a wonderful family pizza & haggis & cake shin-dig at home before we left, I spent my actual 30th birthday in London with my best drinking buddy (....it's Isaac).

We were staying in a dodgy backpacker-ish place leading up to the B-day (like D-day, get it?), however we decided it might be nice if we could sleep in a big persons bed rather than bunk beds for the auspicious occasion.  The night before the B-day, we had dinner with Alice & Xtian & their new baby girl at their house.  It was delicious, as we knew it would be, but Alice also surprised us with a cake, with, you guessed it, candles.  And singing.  Yikes.  But, this lead to a container of 'breakfast cake' sent home with us, which I am very happy to report valiantly met its end as intended.  Breakfast cake was devoured whilst gazing through the suicide-proof window beside my bunk bed. 

We checked out of bunks-are-us and moved a little closer to town, staying in a self catering apartment for 2 nights. I also snagged a bottle of pink bubbles from the nearby Tescos as a wee happy birthday to me.  We splurged and went out for dinner at the restaurant across the laneway from our apartment: the aptly named Bleeding Heart Tavern.  Actually, we ate at the Bistro, not the Tavern as it was closed.  Anyway, the laneway that the restaurant is on has a bloody history (here if you are interested), and I just felt that it was completely the right place for me.  It was french food, and the wine was delicious.

I'm not sure how I feel about 30.  I don't actually feel any older, and I know it's just another day.  However there is something about 30 that says 'you are supposed to have your life in order by this point'.  I feel like I had my life in order by about 25, and decided last year that that particular 'order' just wasn't for me.  Perhaps the deep dark waters of commitment just aren't to be rushed into in the first place. 

Whatever, all I know is that I don't regret anything.  I think that I will become a gym junkie when we get home, that seems to be the usual 1/4 life crisis treatment - 'Up yours slowing metabolism, you aren't the boss of me!'.  A tattoo seems a good idea too.

Here's a 30th birthday tune for you all, from the heart: