As he’s gotten older and wiser he is a bit more demanding with his choice of entertainment. “Outside” features in most of his requests. As does “dancing dancing”. Luckily we are in the midst of very lovely weather at the moment and so decided to take him to our local play farm.
I secretly love toddler outings. It’s like selfishly reliving my entire childhood again.
It was a scorching day and we were in a battle against time. Try to keep z awake in the car whilst trying to find our way back onto the correct route after getting lost. I’ve never really appreciated my surroundings, living on the cusp of the Yorkshire Dales, but its absolutely beautiful.
The play farm was a lot of fun and my only regret is not having visited earlier. Little Z had the chance to feed the calves but declared “I no like it, I scared”. As a dutiful mother I was delighted, I mean willing, to step in and feed him instead.
He did enjoy seeing the “horsey” and sheep though and was a bit perplexed at the guinea pigs. He also learnt the word “bull” and “Fernando”, the bull stud who came over to have a bit of a nosey at us. The farmer explained to a 6 year old that Fernando had a lot of girlfriends. Little Z wasn’t too bothered but the 6 year old did look slightly stunned at this bit of information.
All in all it was a brilliant day out. Little Z got to feed calves, I got to “help” and we both got to take away our own little memories. Of cows and sheep and horses…and a bull named Fernando who lives in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales.