To Papershop Village, to enquire whether any more sausages have come in from the nearest organic farm. (We only found out about this farm because they had an open day last year, and it was only after we’d spent a happy half hour scratching pigs’ backs and generally making friends with their livestock that we discovered the shop was quietly stocking their sausages and bacon. But then, given that it sells out pretty quickly, I suppose need-to-know marketing makes a certain sense.)
‘There should be some in next week,’ Papershop woman said.
‘Oh good,’ we said.
‘In fact I think they’re going to the abattoir tomorrow.’
‘Oh right,’ we said.
‘Yes, they’re probably still gambolling round their paddock as we speak, completely unaware of their fate.’
I find I’m still enough of a townie to wonder whether anonymously shrink-wrapped meat from Tescos wouldn’t be a bit less disconcerting all round…