It was really not up to much. We stopped off on our way back from holiday in the West Country. We have been to a few of these places and they can be fantastic. This wasn't. The animals looked like they needed a good meal and the paraqueets had given up waiting and were eating their cell mates. I missed this highlight but my husband seemed suitably traumatised. Luckily the children didn't see. One thing was pretty authentic: the farmer owner was living up to the backward Somerset stereotype. When my 2 year-old asked for cheese and pickle sandwiches he chuckled and said "wow, what a cosmopolitan kid! If I saw 'that' (pointing at his teenage son/cashier) eating pickle I think I'd die.
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