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Love Food Festival at the Passenger Shed
Just a quickie post in case anyone is around in Bristol this weekend.
Some old friends and some new here. I love Trealy Charcuterie and I’ve just sliced into some of Thoughtful Bread’s great sourdough. Kenneth you were right, it’s fabulous! I’ve tried an oyster fresh from Cornwall, yum, and stocked up on my favourite cheeses and sausages, olive oil, pickled garlic, coffee beans, chocolates, samosas and all sorts, peeked in at the Cookery School, and bought more herbs outside where the sausage store is doing a brisk trade in sizzling bangers.
This is a lovely chatty food festival in a great venue – part of Brunel’s original railway station for Bristol. There is lots of seating and tables and everyone looked like they were having a great time.
You can read more about it on the Love Food Festival site. It’s on again tomorrow, entrance free.
The extra pictures
These are the ones that should have gone in the post yesterday, only I hadn’t taken them till after I wrote the post. Some of the blossom is from my neighbours’ gardens and I have included a shot of a thatched cottage on the High Street. The plum blossom is alongside the big field in Badocks Wood.
Please do identify the blossoms if you know them, to me one pink flower on a twiggy tree is not always easy! ( I think I know mahonia, forsythia, cherry and the magnolia stellata is in my garden.)
As you can see the sun didn’t quite make it through the clouds but I think today might be the day. Have a lovely weekend ! (Brian took the magnolia pic on his Canon G10).
PS If anyone is curious about the history of the thatched cottage at 166 Henleaze Road, Google books has The Henleaze Book by Veronica Bowerman and you can read about the cottage on Page 32. (There is a lovely photo of it being rethatched included there too) What is striking about Henleaze is that much of it was farmland and large houses until comparatively recently, a good example of the way cities develop, taking in more and more land for housing as their populations grow; the local quarries have become a children’s play park and a swimming lake.

