Mystery trip story ‘full of holes’, say Ambridge locals
Two senior Ambridge
residents have been accused of ‘cooking up a preposterous story’ to explain
their mysterious trip to The Bull last Tuesday lunchtime.
Brian
Aldridge and his mother-in-law Peggy Woolley said they decided to make a
special visit to the pub because Mrs Woolley fancied a pickled egg and some pork
scratchings.
But
outraged villagers say they were trying to gain an unfair advantage at the
Flower & Produce Show by quizzing them about their entries in the giant
veg, floral arrangement and savoury bakes categories.
‘They were
asking questions about Robert Snell’s tomatoes, Clarrie Grundy’s fuchsias and
Bert Fry’s dahlias, and Brian was taking notes on his phone,’ said a pub
regular. ‘It was completely out of character, because he wouldn’t normally take
Peggy to the pub unless Jennifer stood over him with a whip.’
‘I knew
something was up when Mrs Woolley tried to get a feel of my corn on the cob,
and she couldn’t take her eyes off my raspberries,’ said Neville Booth of
Grange Spinney. ‘They must think we were born yesterday!’
Mr Aldridge
denied he and Mrs Woolley were up to anything suspicious. ‘We may have asked
about the Flower & Produce Show; I don’t recall, because it was raining,’
he said. ‘But we went to The Bull because it’s world-famous for its pickled
eggs and friends said they had expanded their range of pork scratchings. Did
you know, they have the biggest selection in Borsetshire, according to the Good
Pub Guide 1993?’
Coffee break with… Tom Archer
In our
occasional series of interviews with readers who have interesting jobs, we
catch up with the dynamic young businessman behind the success of Bridge Farm (Are you sure? Ed.)
Q So, Tom –
what’s new at Bridge Farm?
A Well,
I’ve got this fantastic idea to future-proof the farm for Henry and Jack’s
generation. It’s called agroforestry and it’s like trees with berries and nuts
and fruit on, and you grow them in straight lines and then you let animals
graze in between and plant crops, and if you grow paracetamol trees the cows will medicate themselves! And it’s called 3D farming and you print it
off the internet or something! My friend Natasha from the Nuffield Scholarship
reckons it could save the farm and so do I and it’s NOT because I fancy her,
OK?
Q Wow, that
sounds very – ambitious?
A Tell me
about it! It’s tough being the only switched-on, modern, forward-thinking
member of the family. My sister Helen is obsessed with her Borsetshire Blue and
thinks we should set up a micro-dairy. I keep telling her, she’ll need hundreds
of teeny tiny cows to make a kilo of her stinky cheese and there’s no one at
Bridge Farm small enough to milk them. But she just doesn’t get it! It’s a good
job I’m the grown-up around here.
Recipe of the Week: Nic’s Harvest Pie
Thanks
to Emma Grundy of Grange Farm, who sent in this recipe, which she says was a
favourite of her late sister-in-law Nic and her family.
Ingredients
1lb
shop-bought shortcrust pastry
Scraps
of leftover roast beef, lamb or chicken
Chunks
of leftover cooked potato
A tin
of mixed veg (carrots, peas and beans)
Tomato
ketchup
Method
1.
Feed all those rubbish ingredients to Holly the dog.
2.
Get Clarrie to make one of her famous beef and vegetable pies
with her special rough puff pastry.
3.
Pass it off as Nic’s Harvest Pie at the Flower & Produce
Show if you don’t want little Poppy to be traumatised by the judges’ opinion of
her mum’s terrible cooking.
Film of the Week
The
Karate Kid (PG)*
Seven-year-old
Henry and his single mum Helen join a local karate class, but Henry soon finds
himself the target of a group of bullies at the Ambridge dojo led by Ninja
Keira, who despite not knowing her left from her right is an expert at
delivering a sharp kick to the shins.
Fortunately
Henry (and Helen) befriend Mr Lee, by day a mild-mannered physiotherapist who
never forgets a face, but by night a black belt martial arts instructor. Mr Lee
takes Henry under his wing, dissuading him from taking too close an interest in
shotguns and preparing him to compete against the brutal Ninja Keira.
*Contains
upsetting scenes of helicopter parenting
The secret desires of Russell Jones
‘And can
you imagine, Lily? That Waitrose article said you need stuff like rose harissa
and organic bouillon powder to survive at uni! Ridiculous!’
Phoebe
Aldridge snorted with laughter and forked more huevos rancheros into her mouth.
Lily wrinkled her delicate nose. ‘Oh, but Russ loves Ottolenghi, don’t you
darling?’ She patted his arm, leaving sourdough crumbs on his moss-green
cashmere sleeve. Russ brushed them off and treated Phoebe to his most charming
smile.
‘Yes Phoebe,’
he purred. ‘Lily and I will be living a rather more sophisticated life in
Manchester than perhaps you’re used to at… where is it you study again?’
Phoebe put
down her fork and looked at him with narrowed eyes. ‘Oxford. University,’ she
said. ‘And Lily working all hours while you focus on your art; that’s sophisticated,
is it?’
Russ winced
slightly, suppressing a belch. This was meant to be a friendly brunch, not a
rerun of his grilling by Dr Venables. His digestion still hadn’t recovered from
all that unpleasantness about safeguarding, social services
and police interviews.
He pushed
aside his bowl of butternut squash and kale strata and took Lily’s hand.
‘What Lily
and I have is far deeper and more precious than money and work,’ he said. ‘Isn’t
it, darling?’
‘Oh yes,’
Lily breathed gratifyingly. ‘Russ is such a great artist…’
‘He’s
certainly an artist,’ Phoebe muttered under her breath.
Their bill
arrived, and both girls looked expectantly at Russ. He took out his hand-tooled
Toledo leather wallet, but before opening it, gave them his most adorable
lop-sided grin.
‘Guess
what? Those Jo Malone candles I bought for the flat? Took every last penny!’ he
said. ‘Silly me!’
‘Oh,
darling,’ said Lily. ‘Freesia and English Pear – my favourite. You are SO
sweet.’ She bent down to fetch her purse from her handbag. Across the table, Phoebe
fixed Russ with a hard stare…
To be continued…
Brilliant! Russ, Phoebe + Lily. Fantastic scenario. Always look forward to this. Thank you.😄
ReplyDeleteThey deserve whole episodes to themselves... thank you Alison!
DeleteLove it! The details of Phoebe’s meeting with Russ that we were denied. Tom sounds as on the ball as ever
ReplyDeleteThank you! Poor Tom. Lucky Tony has put his foot down. Let's hope the new dairy herd aren't descended from Otto.
DeleteThank you for the insight into the lunch between Lily, Artful Russ and Pheebs. Corn on the cob and plump raspberries, they didn't go with the usual plums and marrow innuendo.
ReplyDeleteOh, that old plums and marrow innuendo! Hope the judges are ready for the eye-popping display!
DeleteHelicopter parenting, haha never heard that expression before, had to look it up, spot on as usual. Educational as well as funny. Cheers Christine.
ReplyDeleteWe aim to please - you're very welcome! Thanks x
DeleteGreat stuff! Waitrose has a lot to answer for...
ReplyDeleteOh, it does. Just when you thought you couldn't make it up... thank you!
DeleteBrill just plain brill!
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you - very kind!
DeleteThe Ambridge Observer on sparkling form.
ReplyDeleteOur reporters can barely keep up with all the news! Thank you
Delete‘I don’t recall, because it was raining.’ BwahHaHaHa! My new favourite excuse for everything!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. You can always rely on Brian for a non sequitur...
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