London: Daylesford Organic in Notting Hill

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I have to come to Daylesford every time I'm in London. It is a really special place especially if you care about where your food comes from. I've been working in travel media for almost five years now and we have the tendency to beat a trend into the ground, like farm-to-table and "local, seasonal, sustainable."

But it still rare for a company to truly live and breathe these philosophies and Daylesford is at the top of the heap, and have been for over 30 years. Their Cotswolds farm is magic, filled with happy, roaming animals, good eats, beautiful clothes and housewares, and happy people.

And a piece of that magic is here in Notting Hill. You leave feeling nourished, loved, inspired - all things that truly good food can do for you.

P.S. - It's hot-cross bun season!

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Hot cross bun!

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Breakfast!

Daylesford Organic Farm, England

I'm in my beloved England and went to this magical place today, Daylesford Organic Farm, in the Cotswolds. They've been farming organically for 30 years and also have an adorable shop and eatery in Notting Hill.

I don't think I've ever been in a gourmet shop quite like this one. You walk in and feel like all is right in the world. Even sporting biking gear & a "just huffed and puffed in the Cotswolds hills" red-faced look, I still felt that.

(I did wish I had a cashmere scarf, tan leather boots, blown out hair & a giant tote bag on instead - to fit in better with the "just down from London to check on my second home" crowd)

It's a giant farmshop with beautiful produce, a lovely restuarant, the most beautiful cookery school I've ever seen, an airy shop with clothes and beauty products, as well as a home section with kitchenware and pretty white plates. There's a spa, cottages to stay in overnight (expensive!) and a sister inn, the Wild Rabbit (less expensive!).

The most beautiful cookery school I've seenI only stopped briefly for lunch but I fell madly, deeply in love. I'm going to get my fix again when I'm in London!

A nice post-cycling lunch Dream produce Dream treatsThis had me asking how many extra my jars my suitcase could fit. Answer: none. Window shopping my dream home