We went to the Catskills on the weekend. It was time for me to channel my inner hippie. I'm not very good at that any more. Too many Park Hyatts with work. But the anesthestist is an old hippie at heart; herbal toothpaste, organic veggies and early morning sun salutations. So it was off to the bucolic county of Delaware, 4 hours north of Manhattan. Think rolling green hills, lots of cows, local markets and red barns. All the hallmarks of a stunning east coast pastoral setting in summer.
There we stayed in a cottage that looks like it should have been pulled down a decade ago but holds cherished memories for the anasthetist of his boys growing up there during school holidays,
we cooked up a storm using veggies straight from the farm's organic fields,
bought fresh, young local lamb at the famous Round Hill Barn,
went swimming in the water hole up the back of the property,
sat and listened to the roar of the waterfall as it gushed into the water hole
and drove through the neighbouring countryside dreaming of milking cows, collecting eggs and selling our own organic produce one day.
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