We bought a load of eggs - of all different shapes and sizes - from down the lane: 70p for six! The fox had been in last week and beheaded all of Fanny's hens, and her prized duck. That's the trick apparently - they sidle in, Ozzy-O the birds, then return to feast in peace once they've all stopped their squawking.
Anyway, here are the results of Frieda's beating together of the eggs. I've never made eclairs before and had assumed they'd be a number to deal with but the choux pastry is basically just a pumped up roux. The hard bit is beating the swollen dough - I don't know what the heck has happened to my scooping arm but it had better get into shape soon or things may fall to pieces inside the van come summer.