Washbrooks Family Farm Brighton Road Hurstpierpoint Hassocks
Out back, there are pigs, goats, and chickens that run things with a strict pecking order. The pigs have this look—like they know you skipped leg day at the gym. They snuffle around in the mud, completely unbothered by your existence, which is oddly refreshing.
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One goat tried to eat my shopping list once. I let him. It felt like a fair trade. The chickens are so fat and fluffy they look like feathered potatoes. Kids scream with delight, parents take photos, and everyone leaves with hay stuck to their shoes. It’s the perfect memory.
The seasonal stuff is serious business
Come autumn, Washbrooks turns into a pumpkin apocalypse. There are bins of them—orange, white, green, bumpy—like a gourd convention. You’ll see families wrestling huge pumpkins into trolleys, toddlers using them as stools. I once saw a man carry three pumpkins stacked like a totem pole. He was a hero.
In spring, the plant sale is like a rom-com meet-cute. You’ll fall for a lavender plant, buy it, then realize you have no sunny windowsill. It’s fine. You’ll just shove it in the bathroom and hope for the best. The staff don’t judge. They just hand you a reusable bag and smile.
And Christmas? Oh, the trees. They’re stacked like a forest army, and the smell of pine follows you home. You’ll buy a wreath that is suspiciously larger than your door. You’ll hang it anyway, because it’s beautiful chaos.
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