Sparse farming and even sparser post

Sparse farming and even sparser post

This week I took two children to a local farm which is often recommended by other people.  The leaflet describing the farm indicated there would be a large amount of animals to see and handle, we would be able to see animals being born (it actually stated ‘you will be able to experience seeing some of the baby lambs and calves being born......’).  In reality there were a few pens in the barn where people could walk in and stroke goats and rabbits.  No birthing to be seen anywhere.

The lambs were out of bounds for access into their pen although they could be stroked from outside – a case of handle those animals but not these.  Reminded me of Keeping Up Appearances when Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced bouquet) would invite her neighbour in for coffee and tell her to “sit anywhere Elizabeth............but not there.......”

No chicks or ducklings anywhere, a few cows huddled together and one horse.  Outside, the large field was mostly given over to a park and picnic area.  Inside the second barn was a huge climbing structure and cafe.  Most of the children at the farm were in fact using the play equipment rather than interacting with the small selection of animals.  Very disappointing and certainly not a place we will be returning to.  With a high entrance fee of £5.00 per child and £5.50 for adults it was not good value for money.  There were a lot of entrance fees being taken and all in cash Mr Taxman......................enough said.

Postal service does not improve.  Will be writing to man in charge this week as his minions have failed miserably to respond to my last missive.  Had someone knock on the door at the weekend to deliver a card which was correctly addressed to me. Sadly this was not a postman but an old blokey from two streets away.  Bless him, he trotted round on a Sunday as he thought it was important to deliver cards on time.  I wish I had had an application form for the Royal Mail to hand as I would have encouraged him to fill it in.  It goes without saying that the December post has still not reached me.

My neighbour lost her mother two weeks ago at the grand old age of 102.  Until two years ago the old lady and a handful of female relatives took an annual trip away for a week at the seaside.  My neighbour, in her mid seventies, was the youngest of the party!  Great to be so fit and active at that age.  I daresay the recently departed old dear is already organising a day trip to the far flung corners of the heavenly heights.  RIP.