A hundred years of milk, ten minutes from the City Hall
There is a working dairy farm on the hill above south-east Belfast, and most of the city has no idea. The family have been supplying milk from it for more than a hundred years — through everything that happened down the road in that time — and they are still doing it, with a free-range herd in the fields and the milk bottled on site under the Moo Cow name.
What changed is who they sell it to. Rather than send it all away, they put a fridge on the farm and opened it to the public from eight in the morning until eight at night, seven days a week. So you can buy milk, butter, cream and a yogurt drink from the farm that made them, roughly a quarter of an hour from the City Hall.
It is raw milk, sold under the rules that govern raw milk here: direct from a registered farm, inspected, labelled with the advisory notice. We think the honest thing is to say that clearly and let you make your own decision, which is what the label is for.
Take the children. Stand at the fence for five minutes and look at the cows. Buy the butter, which is the thing everybody ends up going back for, and drive home the short way.