Earlier this week we paid a rather delightful visit to Daylesford Farm. Wandering through their Market Garden, learning the tricks of the trade in their cooking school and passing a blissful night in the Wild Rabbit, our overnight trip was the epitome of wonderful. You can read the words of Anastasija Jevtovic below and watch out for our full write up in Issue 1 of This Is Magazine, due out in September.
At our cooking class we are greeted with warm smiles before being led out through the back door to the green pastures where Daylesford's fresh produce is farmed daily. We walk across the grass and through the dew to pick at the rows of purple sprouting broccoli; whose look and feel are nothing short of exquisite. I admire the intensity of the violet green colour, and how strong the roots seem to be, anchored in the mud. I love cooking with fruit and vegetables, and our time back in the kitchen reveals the magic that a gentle toss of olive oil with some sea salt and cracked pepper can create.
Late afternoon walks reveal the romance of the sky in this part of England. The billowing curves of the Oxfordshire hills stretch as far as the eye can see, and descend into orange grey hues. Along the quiet journey we encounter the tiniest of flowers and the most ancient and humble of trees. Cyclists stream past us and it is at this point that I observe the humming of the bumble bee; buzzing in delight over the long shoots of grass in the shrub. Day and night then become one and I wake at 5.30am to morning light and the sound of birds outside my window. Serenity observed.