Buying locally is a more satisfying experience

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Reading through a local history story the other day I was struck by the language of the author.

Xville was not a large village, on the high street there were only a few shops, the butcher, the bakery, a post office, general store and the haberdasher as well.

What are the chances today that any village in the UK could offer such a variety of retail experience? Very slim I would have thought since many are struggling not only to maintain a single village shop but also to hang onto their local pub. The question is ‘Are we any the poorer for this state of affairs?’

I would argue that yes, we most definitely are. Local businesses deliver something so very different from the ‘pile em high, sell em cheap’ philosophy of the large supermarkets. Local retailers smile and wave at you as you go by. They notice when you haven’t been in for a while. They buy stock with you in mind.

People will quote price as the main reason for heading for the superstore, yet the minute it snows, or the wheels are broken, it is to the local store they turn for help. Older people and those with small children need local shops, and frankly they are just altogether nicer places to be (in the main).

It isn’t economical to buy everything from the local deli but a cup of coffee from an independent cafe or a joint of beef from the local butcher are what keeps the money in our communities (rather than being shipped around the globe in some form of complex tax dodge) and the heart in our towns and villages. So shop local.

Cat x

P.s these gorgeous flowers are from The Secret Garden in Beaconsfield

Celebration Time

Celebration Time

Kid the Cat’s son has officially reached 600 likes on Facebook, in addition to 50 likes on the blog- a pretty cool achievement if I do say so myself.
Moreover, a big thank you is due to all the lovely people who have been liking and following our creative movements. You’re the bestest, as K.C would say.
Kitty x

Goat Farm

Goat Farm

Marnie’s first excursion of the week, after bread making (we made a hedgehog which got eaten very promptly afterwards) was to a goat famr in Bayeux. At least, we think it was Bayeux. The farmer was lovely, as were the goats- the kids were particularly popular. Activities included brushing goats, feeding goats, milking goats, being trampled by goats…
I felt very much like bringing a baby goat back home with me, but a) wasn’t sure how to get it past security on the ferry, and b) thought Cat would probably kill me. So, I settled for a pack of delicious homemade goat’s cheese- I’m sure Cat will put up a post on it soon, it was her present, and two minature, but not quite the same goat figurines.
Can we get a goat Mum, can we, please?
K and M

Sur le Bateau

Sur le Bateau

Marnie and I are on the boat now. Thankfully the boat is warmer than the coach, which we are sure must have been below freezing. Our toes felt like they were falling off! It’s much nicer in here, though we haven’t seen much in the way of animal friends. Other cabin mates are convinced they’ve seen a dolphin. Shall we take a look?
K and M