Saturday, 22 February 2014

Brymoor Ice Cream

George woke up as Jon and I arrived back at the car from the abbey, he'd stayed safely tucked up with his Grandparents for a nice nap and now he was ready for ice cream, so off we drove to brymoor. George had a vanilla cone, Jon black cherry, Mum B had rum and raisin, Dad B rhubarb crumble and I had ginger. Incredible stuff. Nicest ice cream I think i've ever had. 

After the cornets we went to look at the cows who produce the milk. George loved them "hello cows! hello cows!". They were incredibly friendly (clearly used to visitors) and enjoyed lots of head rubs and strokes.

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