I had a pretty painful knee when I awoke on Sunday morning. But I had plans to meet Janice at a nearby farm to photograph sunflowers and didn't want to cancel. And I guessed that I shouldn't have to walk too far. We met at Burnside Farms, a little holding nestled in between an ugly housing estate and a busy road. When I pulled up into the parking lot my first impression was one of disappointment, it looked so tiny, and I was concerned that Janice may have driven all the way from Winchester for a paltry 20 minute photography session.
One guy was so enamored with the hops that after I suggested he rub some of the dried hops then smell his hands, he then went one step further and put some in his mouth. I followed suit and we both stood grinning at each other. It tasted just like a pint of a finely crafted IPA. I left him standing there, I think he was planning on devouring a whole vine, and I went with Janice to the animal section where there were pigs, goats, a huge heritage turkey and a flock of the sweetest Silkie chickens dashing about wearing little fluffy feathered trousers.
Eventually we tore ourselves away from these wonderful creatures who were so obviously well looked after, and we strolled back to the sunflowers again.
i had purchased a ticket that will allow me back in without further payment while the sunflowers are blooming. I hope I have the opportunity to return. My poor knee had ballooned while I was here and I had to go home and spend the rest of the day with my leg up and a pack of ice soothing the swelling.