FOR FUTURE USE 

FOR FUTURE STORAGE

This is possibly the first day of the rest of my life or perhaps the first week is more appropriate. 
Mon.10th 1220 Homenene

I have had the mirror turned on me and I may need to see why I do not have someone to visit the flat for cups of tea and discussions

On Bridge Street there is sometimes a stall which specialises in Polish Bread. Made in Worksop.

   Jam is made from sugar, water and fruit.
Friars Farm Marmalade is made from
grapefruits, oranges, sugar and water.
Friar's Farm is a real food concept
which I am trying to track down.

THE BACK STORY
I was walking across Northampton Market Square trying to get my bearings.  The square has been a bombsite for years and I believe before that it was a scruffy market full of tat and it was felt it could benefit from an upgrade.  The council decided to clean it up
and took its council time about it. 

They put up tasty pitches,
signed for that unified look.
I found the butcher some time ago
and  I liked his wares.
I ignored the 'artists collective' beside it.

Today I looked at the sign more carefully,
t actually said "Artisan's Collective NN"
and there was no 'arty' stuff to be seen. 
The stall was full of shelves of jars with jam,
chutneys, pickles, marmalades, relishes. 

On closer inspection cheeses, charcuterie
and BREAD were noted and the display in front was crammed with all sorts of my goodies.

Suffice to say I walked away with a sourdough loaf, a jar of Relish, a bit of cheese and returned to the boat to unload
and slaver over my spoils before realizing my wallet was missing.  The last time I remembered seeing it was in Market Square.

So with heart lodged beside my front teeth I went for a bus hoping against hope the wallet would be found and saved.   Just as I sat down my phone rang, unknown number "Are you the sailor on the Canal Project"  The bus floated to Northampton on air and I floated alongside on cloud nine.

Steve had found the wallet on a ledge with my phone number in it and became my best friend for life. 

It was quiet hour at the market so we talked awhile and I found Steve was more than just a good Samaritan. 

He had run a small-holding in Towcester where he had produced food for sale including veg. and bacon and built up a trusting clientele.  But he wanted to expand a dream of selling high quality local produce on a market.  He started with a successful pop-up in Milton Keynes (and I suspect his Towcester clients followed him). He was waiting for the Northampton market to open which of course it now was.

Steve sources local produce to augment his own kitchens just yards away in Foundery Lane  where he makes jams and chutneys and cheeses and gathers produce from other local sources.  All his stuff has provenance. The bread is made in the kitchens of Northampton Hope Centre less than 500m away in Campbell Street and is pure "Chleb Bubuni", the finest and purest sourdough you can eat, introduced during this century by Polish immigrant bakers.

Jeyes Relish intrigued me. Steve told me that Jeyes Fluid was invented and developed by a Northampton pharmacist
which still trades in a neighbouring village as Jeyes of Earls Barton and had developed a unique relish to compliment and compete with Worcester Sauce Hoisin Sauce Yorkshire Relish
and he had a story for just about everything on display. I would later meet his cheesemaker who had retired from

Thurs 28thNov24.  I meet Judith Jacobs.  This is a resume of my visit to  Moor Farm  written over a bottle of Watergull Mulled Apple Juice (from Moor Farm Shop of course).   I recently watched Adam Henson on Countryfile imbibing Watergull juice from his own apples on live television. Mulled juice should be sipped from a  tulip glass to retain the aroma and allow the terroir to come through as you sip ...  I said sip. ...  Gulping is for the proletariat ... You can get Watergull at Waitrose but not at that other proletarian  supernarket which wants to squeeze farmers and real food producers til their pips squeak ...

This proto-article is destined for Pentargon's galley. But first let Judith speak for herself ...   "Average day I get up at 6.45am, get a cup of tea in my flask and go around the farm to check on all the cows and sheep to ensure they are alright.  I [will] do some office work ... we keep [records] on all the animals and various health plans ... and there is also admin work ... for our farm shop.  We check ...the animals throughout the day ensuring they have everything they need. Some days we do have to ... intervene to assure the well-being of the animals ...  whether... illness; complications associated with breeding; or sometimes they just feel like being awkward.  Farming is different every day, so we’re always prepared for what the day brings ... "  This is 'average-day' farming in action. You don't even want to know what a non average day is like, but the march on Whitehall would not be 'average' also lambing is never average or getting a cow through a breech birth. Up and at it then before dawn, taking a flasked cuppa out into the fields to see the livestock is safe and well,  then into the books before ensuring the shop opens for 9oc and the kitchen is on full go. 

Judith's children all engage with Moor farm. Rosie manages the shop and cafe full time  while her three siblings attend on request.  During my short visit the cafe was heaving and the animated  hum of conversation was a pleasure to absorb.   A rural community hub in full swing is an atmosphere with which I am well acquainted ...  My purpose was to locate Moor Farm Shop to ensure I could get a bus there there from Peterborough.  62 runs from Queensgate to Maxey. It is also accessible from Werrington when you know where the stops are.  I had been in touch with Judith before my visit and was able to promise her that I would research all the bus opportunities.    I arrived at 13.15 on Friday with a 35 minute window to grab some farm food.  I did a 'quick' shop and located noisette of lamb, sausages and Jamaican jerk chicken.  The shop has a carousel check out system where you come in one door, glide via the butchers, pass various specialty sections and finish at check-out to pay and exit. 

Check-out is where conversations occur and friendships are instantly made or cemented because at the tills are Judith and Rosie and between them they seem to know everyone.  Having checked out and emerged into the open,  I realized there was plenty of time before my 62 would return from Maxey, so  I dived in for a second lap, adding mulled apple juice, blue Leicester, some naughty Eccles cakes and a beautiful plum loaf to my haul.  I had read of Lincolnshire plum bread but this was my first meeting.  Irish will know that plum bread is like a damp and spongy barm brack.  It is I suppose the nearest England comes to our barm brack or in my language báirin breac.  It uses different flour which gives it a spongier mouth feel and is quite damp. I make báirin breac with soaked mixed fruit to make it less dry than the barm brack.  The unique feature of a báirin breac is that the fruit is damp and lush but the bread is crisp and dry.

With the bus sorted and the following day being a Saturday I was able to get up early and catch the 8.26 arriving at Moor Farm at 9.14 with 30 minutes to neck a small breakfast.  I would so much have liked to be able to dally but the next bus back would be 13.50 and I had other business to attend.