Once upon a time, in the deepest Cotswolds lived some very special hens whose story now unfolds...

Their eggs you see were called Arlington Whites and the dazzling shells made a wonderful sight.

Within each one was a golden treasure - a yolk so fine it gave pleasure beyond measure. Delicious and creamy the effect was quite dreamy.

People came from miles around to Cackleberry Farm where the hens could be found (if they hadn't yet hopped on the bus into town).

There were just a few - pretty stupid it's true - who opined that for any egg to gain such fame some kind of magic must be to blame.

Truth to tell, the birds lived so well there was simply no need for the casting of spells.

With freedom to roam and enjoy chicken fun, plus a nourishing menu and plenty of sun.

The plain fact was that our privileged poultry was treated as if they were blue-blooded royalty.

It was this that created the egg-lover's delight - an oval-shaped marvel named Arlington White.

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JET COMPULSION

unleash amazing power at your slightest flex

speed like quicksilver across rippling blue glass

carve a turn so tight you have to smile

launch on before the spray has time to hit

replay later in your head and long for the repeat

believe that some desires are

IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST

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