Pamphill Dairy

Today was a scorcher! The kind of day made for ice cream.

Companion Kirsty, well known for her love of all things sweet mentioned ice cream and that was all the encouragement John needed. “Well, if our Kirst wants ice cream,” he declared, “Let’s go get an ice cream!”

Our trusty minibus driver, Paul, was happy to oblige. Before we knew it, we were piling onto the minibus to visit Pamphill Dairy.

Paul and Kirsty set up deck chairs on the green. Kirsty took charge of the orders: classic vanilla for John, while Shirley and Margaret went for something fruity and fun.

We spent a blissful afternoon lounging under the sun, enjoying our cones, tubs, and each other’s company.