Yesterday on our way back from Beacon fell we stopped a small little hillside farm and picked up some eggs. We stopped just on the driveway, it was nearly dusk but in a little old rabbit hutch by the entrance gate was a box of the most fabulous fresh eggs. There was a small sign by the eggs saying £2.00 for a dozen. Next to the sign was a small money box, held shut by a tape. There were only 6 eggs left..but i popped in £2 anyway. Can you imagine how much SUCH fresh eggs would cost in a supermarket?!

It gave me a bit of a warm glow as we drove away, waving at the farmer who, in the dusk, must have been finishing up for the day. Good that we had an incredible accompaniment to our already planned chippy chips for our tea….that we had given our money DIRECTLY to the farmer and not have some faceless multinational skimming off the top…that in this country there are still places where someone can leave an honesty box outside and totally expect it to be there with all its money when the go and fetch it in at the end of the day.

There was more to those eggs than just eggs….and it was a good feeling..