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DISABLED

Disabled

Reviews made by people on the internet are public and open for response by the people about whom the comments have been made. Google and Trip Advisor provide this facility. Quite often people make wrong statements on line, sometimes they tell out and out lies, as they do not have to face the people about whom they are wrongly complaining and can comment anonymously so they cannot be identified unlike me who can be identified.

So one example.

A few days ago some one – an anonymous Finnish reviewer using the name “Urmasdejormas” who claimed to be autistic – wrote that “The Llama Park was not suitable for the disabled.” My concern for such a wide-ranging and un-evidenced statement comes from the wide-ranging mental and physical disorders covered by that word ‘disabled’.

In 1984 I was fortunate to have been present at the arrival into this world of my son whose birth was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Unfortunately, due to an inherited chromosome abnormality, his development, both mental and physical, was severely diminished earning him the label of ‘disabled’. Sadly Max died several years years ago at the age of 30.

Max with Bessie our dog

Max in a mischievous mood…

Because I have experienced the difficulties from which disabled people, whatever the disability, suffer I have made it my responsibility to ensure that disabled visitors coming to the Llama Park are warmly welcomed, have several reserved parking places, that disabled visitors get discounted rates, carers do not pay entry and where we can we have flat hard-faced surfaces, toilet facilities and so on.

As a result we regularly receive visits from disabled individuals and organisations representing disabled people from a very wide spectrum of society as they know we will do our very best to meet their needs, welcome them warmly and treat them kindly.

The disabilities with which our ‘disabled’ customers suffer are wide-ranging and include the Blind and Partially Sighted, Deaf and Hard of Hearing, Alzheimers, Dementia, Parkinsons, Mentally and Physically Disabled, Limbless, wheelchair, walker and crutch users, the Autistic, Epileptics, and many more.

So how when we try so hard to welcome people who are “disabled” do you think I feel when someone criticises us and says the The Llama Park is not suitable for “The Disabled”?

How would you like it if someone was rude or made comments about you and you could not answer back?

If someone is rude or tells lies about the Llama Park I want to be able to respond.

As I do not know to what the autistic reviewer was referring I cannot comment more than I have above. We welcome people suffering from Autism here all the time and indeed there is a local autism school close by which brings students here regularly and they have a great time.

So when, and if, you (the reviewer) come to England come here and see us. We are not scary. You will be welcomed and your spelling – for a Finn – is not bad at all.

Cheers,

Bobby

Christmas Craft Fair

This year the Llama Park will be holding its annual Christmas Craft Fair on Saturday 24th and Sunday 25th November.

The Fair will be run by Weald Crafts, the locally renowned Craft Guild, and there will be lots of hand crafted items for sale as well as the wonderful items in the Llama Park’s own Gift and Fashion Shops.

Below is the promotional leaflet and below that some photos of a few of the items that will be on display.

Birth

One of the greatest joys of being on a farm at Spring-time is the joy of birthing and all those little animals that come with it. Of course the other great joy is the sunshine and the fact that people actually start to come back and visit The Park all over again. ‘Orrible winter.

I often think of us as midwives when we get baby animals and realise the joy that it must be for midwives being there every day for all those hundreds of babies. I was there for the birth of both my children and I thought it was the best thing I had ever experienced in my life.

My son was first and after his birth I went knocking on ward doors to see if I could watch other babies being born and I was thrown out of that wonderful hospital in Hammersmith in London, Queen Charlottes, one of the oldest maternity hospitals in the country. Both my children were born there. My daughter by Caesarean which was very interesting at 730 in the morning.

But back to the Park and the recent birth of 9 lovely little piglets. Piglets are – for me – the best babies you get at The Park. They are so small, no more than a handful and seem to be just like little human babies, pink skin and tiny.

The father was Bugsy (named after my best friend at school and of course Bugsy Moran, Mafia gangster and our hero in those days) who is a ginormous 300 kilo Welsh pig with a very sweet nature. But I would not want him jumping on me, that is for sure!!

The Mum is Talulah, a Saddle Back, and she is being a wonderful Mum but she has a very nasty skin-breaking nip. This is her first litter for us and we got her from a nice lady called Jane over in Stonegate. And we hope we get a lot more litters too…

Mud, Mud Glorious Mud

We have created a Llama Mud Song
with apologies to Michael Flanders

“The Lllamapotamus”
With apologies to Michael Flanders…

A bold llamapotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the Pippingford stream
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star

Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair llamapotamine maid
But llama-pot-amus was no stick-in-the-mudamus
And sang her this sweet serenade

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow me down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

The fair llamapotama he aimed to entice
From here seen on the hilltop above
As she had not got a ma to give her advice
Came tip-toeing down to her love

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow me down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang as they met
His enamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet

Mud, mud, what a glorious lark
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow to the llama park
And there let us wallow in glorious mud

Follow me, follow me to the llama park
There’s plenty of space in their car park
Now more llamapotami began to arrive
On the banks of that stream so big and so wide

I wonder now what I am to say of the scene
That ensued by the Pippingford side.
Llamapotami diving all at once with an ear-splitting splash
Then rose to the surface again and again
A regular army of llamapotami
All singing this jaunty refrain

Mud, mud, what a glorious lark
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me, follow to the llama park
And there let us wallow in glorious mud