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The joy of cooking our own food in our own kitchen, of sorts. We’ve settled for now into a caravan (trailer) with a cooker and hob, (oven and stove for you Americans) and a popty ping (Welsh for microwave, popty for oven and ping for, well…”ping”). So now we’re cooking up a storm. We’ve had new potatoes, carrots, onions, and beetroot from Erica’s sister’s garden. Enough of that, we’re off to the pub for fish and chips.

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