I remember when I was a child and living in Peppard Road in Caversham, not so far away from Marlow. There was an ex POW staying at the convalescent home where my Mother worked. His name was Simone or it sounded like that, and he had stayed on in the UK rather than go back to Germany after the war, this was about 1949, and he lived in the old stables, which he'd converted himself, very nicely too.
He used to let a bottle of milk go 'off' the drain off the whey, and sprinkle sugar on the curds and eat them. I used to be fascinated and yet repulsed watching him eat this stuff.
I also remember watching lots of red squirrels running along the wall behind the home.
All alas gone now.
Giok