WE love a cooked breakfast at our house. the grown up children and their partners often join us for the long walk, followed by brunch. Our table groans, it's bacon, sausages, eggs, mushrooms, fried tomatoes, fried bread and potato cakes if there are any left over mashed spuds hanging around. Without wanting to sound precious, the bacon and sausages are from the local butcher, who slaughters his own out door pigs. The eggs are free range and we have proper butter and marmalade on our toast, with pots of tea and coffee. Some Sundays we're more restrained, scrambled eggs and toast. But, those meat feasts happen about once a month, total joy