Piccadilly HillBilly

Farm Girl meets London Dweller. Food. Art. Hilarity and Lunacy.

Month: September, 2014

Grow Your Own!

Before heading back to London for the week I always stock up from the Veg Garden. We grow a lot of our own veg at home and I urge you to do the same if you have the space. It tastes infinitely better than the packaged stuff you get in Supermarkets and I love the fact you don’t have to pay a penny for it. Plus there is something hugely satisfying about preparing a meal with food grown on your own turf.

Here’s this weeks supplies:

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The Red Lion, Britwell Salome

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The Great Epiphany to start a blog with which to record my various ramblings fell suitably on my 23rd birthday. Naively assuming I would spend a blissful day lounging by the pool, fuelled by endless jugs of Pimms and steaks on the Barbie, these plans were very soon scuppered as I awoke in the early morning to a barrage of rain that hammered the roof with such ferocity that, for one panic-stricken moment, I was sure we were under heavy artillery fire. By 11, it was clear the day was not set to improve and so determined to not be beaten into submission by a little rain, we decided to walk to a local pub instead. Now when I say local pub, this ain’t just any old local pub. No. This is The Red Lion at Britwell Salome. The apogee of all pubs. This is what all pubs should be like in pub heaven. With food so mouth-wateringly, belly-achingly delicious it’s no surprise it was named best food pub in the South-East and London in the Great British Pub Awards last month. And so, with memories of the long, hazy summer days fast fading and in true British fashion, we set of at a march through the drizzle, Mother, Sister, Aunt, Uncle and three dogs in tow.  Read the rest of this entry »

Calling all Friends of the Forest

It seems almost impossible in this day and age to get anywhere without the aid of instagram, twitter, facebook, myspace or blogging. Hopeless as I am when it comes to anything remotely technological, I have already followed the crowd with the first three. And so, abandoning the last of my dying protests, I have decided to take one final plunge into the mysterious world that is social media, and start writing a blog as well.

So here I am in the garden at home. Writing my first post. Accompanied by a Pimms. Who knows, perhaps I will gain a multitude of devoted followers, become the next ‘big thing’ on the blogging scene, and hire a PR agent all of my very own. Chances are probably not, nevertheless it will give me something to do whilst I try and secure my first job in the Bright Lights of London Town. But being a farm girl at heart, I hope to regale you with tales of both country and city, from cockerels to cocktails. And if, like me, you have a heartfelt love for (good) Art, Travel, Gastronomy and the glorious eccentricity of Britain that miraculously marries cosmopolitan cool with rural lunacy like no other, then read on my pretties, read on.