greetings from the wilderness
sunday | 21.12.2003
Harlescott farmers market, full of all manner of traders and peoples. Buying, selling, shouting, smelling in the cold, cold Shrewsbury air. We purchased several brace of partridges for next to no money and in the evening we ate several previously purchased birds. They're very tasty; Mum promised to show us all how to pluck properly sometime in the week, which aught to be rather interesting.