What a lovely surprise to discover that there are many visitors from far-off lands following the adventures in our little farming community. They come from beyond the hill, past even the outer reaches of the Welsh hills which I thought marked the outer boundary, from lands that I could have visited in my sea-faring days if I had not been confined to the Isle of Wight ferry (x-ref Farmchair Filosophy). People from Canada, USA, Brazil, Russia and Spain, among others, have probably stumbled confused and disorientated into our little world, had a look around, and then sheepishly left - the way you do when you walk into a cleaning cupboard when trying to leave a room. You are all very welcome, of course, and your identities remain anonymous. Leave a little message, I am very happy to answer any questions that might help to illuminate the darker corners of the farm, where cobwebs trap unwary flies, where rats gather and conspire...
What strikes me most, however, is the symmetry between visitors who have somehow wandered into the farm and we the village and farming folk who were visited and absorbed by the farm as we innocently tended our flocks, herds and crops. We are all brothers and sisters under a grey sky, bravely trying to wave our little magenta and pink pennants while cursing under our breathe. We await more news of the administrative review.
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