Townie Toddler has gone back to Spain. The house suddenly seems unwontedly calm and quiet. Rather dull really. This is probably because the two old fogies who live here have no remaining energy – for a day or two at least.
Townie Toddler’s mum wanted her daughter to spend time being a child of the countryside – spending time with its animals, plants and wide open spaces. So off we went on Saturday to Borrowby Show. Horses from shire horses to the tiniest of ponies, sheep, dogs and small animals were all Being displayed to best advantage. Oddly, the only cattle were two charming Jersey calves. One of the set pieces in the afternoon was of The Hunt. Definitely NOT our thing. But Anaïs enjoyed the chance to meet the docile and well-behaved beagles who later tore round the show ring in pursuit of – luckily – a less than realistic hare, who doubtless smelt right.
Here’s our day:







Then the next day, on our way to the airport, it was Meanwood Valley Urban Farm. It was somewhere we often went when we lived in Leeds, and the children were smaller. We loved it then. Now it’s re-invented itself. It’s larger. It has peaceful walks where you can lose yourself in dense copses and apparently distant views. It has all the farmyard animals you’d expect. Yet it’s within walking distance of Leeds City Centre. It has a vegi-box scheme. A bike workshop. It works with volunteers, those with learning disabilities, disengaged young people, and is a welcoming and environmentally focussed part of its local community. It also has a really great café. We spoke to staff and volunteers who talked with pride and enthusiasm about this special place. Almost worth moving back to Leeds for. It was a wonderful finish to Anaïs’ and Emily’s English break.






Brian? Do you see those pigs? That shot’s my Last on The Card in July.

Precious time.
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I know. She’ll be a different child even when we next see her, which I hope won’t be too long away.
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I spent the weekend away with my grandchildren in Skipsea. As they get older (teenagers now) it is like a ticking clock. Probably the best part was when we left and they said ‘can we come here again granddad?’
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Absolutely. All too soon it’s ‘Do we have to?’
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How lovely. You must miss them terribly.
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Of course we do. It’s amazing how much a child that age can change even in a fortnight.
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Particularly with all the new and exciting experiences. Everything is a wonder.
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And it’s lovely to see. Jaded and bored is not a good look.
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What a fun time. I hope she was allowed to walk in animal poo 😂
In answer to your question
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She was, but hard little knobs of sheep poo don’t do much for anyone.
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I was hanging out the washing and took my little daughter out with me, plonked her on the grass under the clothes line and proceeded to hang the washing.
I caught my daughter having a go at gumming (no teeth at that stage) a very old dried chook poo. Oh well it help build her immune system as she rarely gets sick
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There you are you see? Result!
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These foxhunts in traditional garb are still a thing? Amazing. A marvellous collection all round.
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Sadly, they are. They’re not allowed to hunt live foxes – allegedly.
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So they hunt … robomowers? 😂
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I think scented rags. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drag_hunting. Robomowers sounds more fun.
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It seems better than actual life fox hunting. But I wonder if they change to robots of one form or other if AI becomes good enough.
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Who knows? It’s a ‘sport’ that passeth all understanding.
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Lovely memories for Townie Toddler, and for you, of course. Must remember Meadow Valley Urban Farm for my next visit to my Yorkshire pal.
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Do. It’s a lovely – and economical – day out. The number of animals they have can vary, but there’s still plenty to do.
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Beautiful memories and moments of wonder and discovery. It doesn’t get any better.
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Exactly. Seeing the world anew is always worthwhile.
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A great time for Townie toddler and you… and love those ginger pigs! Hope it won’t be too too long before you see her again
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Mee too. But the ginger pigs may grow up soon.
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Of course they will!
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Special moments. What life is all about.
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Definitely. We all had such fun seeing the world anew through a small child’s eyes.
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Your granddaughter will always remember the time in the country with her grandmother. Always. Looks like you had a wonderful visit.
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We had a great time. Hard to kiss them goodbye and despatch them to Spain though.
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Precious time with your grand daughter! My 12 year old grand daughter visited a month ago and we spend a wonderful time with her. Treasured memories.
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I now have a hankering for a heron on the side of the house!
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Paint one!
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I’m good at painting sheds, fences, and walls. Herons not so much!
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😦
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I’ve never really understood the appeal of hunting but I guess it’s much better to be chasing a fake hare than real animals! That aside, these look like great outings. The urban farm in particular sounds fantastic! Your granddaughter is very cute and it’s clear she enjoyed getting to know a bit of countryside 🙂
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She did. And the Urban Farm is terrific. I could have got lots of photos if I’d had my mind less occupied. And hunting? Just … no.
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And another stylish outfit! As for the hunt, I’m sure you know the saying: the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable.
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You said it Anabel. Couldn’t agree more. On both counts.
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Lovely days out! It’s such a pity hunting involves hunting – the horses and dogs racing across the countryside always seem so glorious…
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It is an Awfully British scene, isn’t it?
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Indeed! And the subject of so much art and mentioned in so much classic literature.
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Looks like a great time!
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It was indeed.
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She must have been delighted to spend time with you and meet the barnyard animals!
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I hope so. I was delighted. And it was lovely to see her English take off so spectacularly – Catalan is her first language, Spanish her third …
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Great, trilingual girl. 🙂
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I also have a video clip of her singing ‘Frère Jacques’. Not that I’m ridiculously proud of her or anything … 😉
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Três adorable!
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These are fun and special moments, Margaret! Precious time you have spent with your granddaughter.
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Ah, Amy, you’re so right. It was all such fun.
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