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If, like me, at times the green fields beyond London call to you and a vacation from sweaty Oxford Street beckons, I know just the place. Head north of London; head out along the West Way past Harrow and into the green wilds. Admittedly, ‘wilds’ may be too dramatic a word to describe the polite and rolling hills of rural Buckinghamshire, but do allow me this one small extravagance. In a terribly English village called Great Missenden you’ll find Peterley Manor Farm. The Brill family have farmed this estate for 4 generations, producing fruit, vegetables and Christmas trees. The farm has a farm shop that manages to be both quaint and sizable. Excellent cheese, vegetables, meats and many other delights are sold there – it makes for a merry potter. However, the topic of my post is not this dear shop, its plant nursery, nor even its orderly rows of pick-your-own. For nestled on the farm estate is the real reason I’ll continue spurning the Big Smoke to face these Buckinghamshire wilds.

In a striking converted yurt erected amidst rows of pick-your-own berries and ringed by bales of hay, is the Wild Strawberry Café. This surprising enterprise, quite at odd with its surroundings, is run by eldest Brill daughter, Katy, recently returned to the family fold from a successful career as a private chef for the world’s rich and famous. Having cooked alongside this girl for many years, in my days of teaching cookery classes, I can vouch for both her talent and passion for truly stunning produce. 

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The menu is very small; 4 mains plus specials and a vast selection of daily cakes and desserts. All change regularly according to season. The drinks are clearly carefully selected; the teas and coffees artisan, and the apple juice pressed on the farm with a choice of several different apple varieties. Everything is either grown on the farm or sourced thoughtfully. 
We tried a selection of dishes; beginning with a brioche bun of pulled Gloucester Old Spot pork, roasted for 12 hours and served alongside celeriac and fennel slaw. The pork was moist and salty in that succulently moreish way that sets one to licking fingers, chasing stray drops of jus that trickle down your hand. It was flavoured warmly with orange, which worked astonishingly well and has set me to re-evaluating my roasts.  
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Next, a terrine of salmon with crisp, buttery sour dough and a salad of pea shoots and radish. You’d struggle to find a better executed terrine. The inside was smooth and smoky, melting into those airy pockets of sour dough. We finished with a giant slab of three tiered passion fruit cake, coated in toasted Italian meringue. Again, you’ll struggle to find better cake than this. 
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The furnishings are charmingly ramshackle in that fashion I suppose one would call ‘shabby chic’. The china is wafer fine, but mismatched and milk comes to the table in tiny miniature milk bottles. All very cute. Service is relaxed and friendly and everything on the menu comes in at under 9 pounds.
And so, when the press of the Northern Line heaves and all you want is to stand in the midst of somewhere that is green and beautiful, escape here to Peterley Manor Farm and the Wild Strawberry Café. Calm and good food awaits. 

Check out my video of lunch at The Wild Strawberry Cafe here:
Wild Strawberry Café, Peterley Manor Farm, Peterley Ln, Prestwood, Buckinghamshire HP16 0HH
01494 863566
Breakfast – 9-11:30; Lunch 12-3.