You can probably tell I’ve been less than patient with this sketch! It is also interesting how clearly I can see all the mistakes once I’ve scanned it in. Why can’t I see them as clearly in my sketchbook I wonder?
We buy our free-range eggs from the farm in the village. This involves standing in the farmhouse porch which has roses rambling round it and stone bench-seats either side, often with empty egg boxes left on them. We rattle the knocker on the heavy oak door to summon our eggs. After some brief chit-chat with the farmer’s wife, we wait quite a few minutes while she presumably goes and finds some from wherever the hens lay them. You don’t get much fresher than that.
My favourite egg dish is probably a good old english fry-up with fried or poached eggs.