Found towards what I had thought was the last section of my morning constitutional, on the tip side of the footbridge over the railway at the end of West Street. I almost left it, but I then thought that I did know about two Co-ops in reasonable range, one at the top of Longmead Road and the other in Ewell Village proper. In the event, the one at the top of Longmead Road got it, despite the one already in the rack having a black plastic wrapper to the handle rather than a green one.
In the basket, some more English cherries and some more runner beans.
The cherries were the very dark ones, not bad, but a little thin on flavour. I think I prefer the ones which are not so dark.
The beans were a little elderly, to which the BH response was to simmer them in a little butter for a few minutes, then add a small amount of water and simmer for another fifteen. Nothing like as good as fresh young runner beans done in water, but a lot more edible that elderly runner beans done in water, which are apt to be full of impossible fibre.
Oddly, done in butter, the fibre had vanished. Perhaps the stuff is cow-oil soluble. The girl who told BH about this wheeze, maybe forty years ago now, had a father who was something scientific at Aldermaston, so perhaps he was a chemist who knew all about these sorts of things.
PS: still thinking about whether I am going to walk the heavy duty trolley from Wickes from the Marquis at the West Hill end of Epsom, all the way through town and up East Street to Kiln Lane. It has been there for some days now, but it is a bit of a long push. Maybe, even, a touch conspicuous.
Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/trolley-81a-and-81b.html.
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