Noah & Eliza's great Cotswold Farm Park Adventures: The One with the Flying Yoghurt

Noah and Eliza handing out the rations to the goats at the Cotswold Farm Park.

By David Wood 

It wasn't me! One-year-old Gracie looking totally innocent just minutes after the yoghurt throwing incident, with Adam Henson in the background chatting to visitors. Where's the sea? The dynamic duo having fun in the sand.
 
If you're looking to write a blog about one of the Cotswolds' most popular family attractions, it's probably best to do it through the eyes of children.

So welcome to the first in an occasional series of features about two four-year-olds - Noah and Eliza - who've been best friends most of their lives, and their adventures visiting Adam Henson's Cotswold Farm Park with their families.

Our first visit in mid-April coincided with a glorious spell of English spring weather which was evidenced by the small cloud of tractor dust that greeted us on arrival, such was the exceptional dryness of the ground for this time of the year.

Indeed, we felt we could almost have been at the seaside as Noah and Eliza spent over an hour playing on the array of play equipment which includes a couple of sandpits.

After persuading the dynamic duo that this was actually a farm park whose main attraction was the wide range of rare breed animals that were waiting to greet them, we ventured up the field to see the goats and share our booty of animal feed with them.

After spending a good 15 minutes feeding the first group of hungry goats, our supplies of food were fast running out and I couldn't help feeling sorry for the incredibly cute selection of floppy-eared goats further up the field who had to go without any kind of snack and wondered if this was always the case and whether the farm park operated some kind of rotational system so the same animals didn't always miss out?

Noah and Eliza meet a Gloucester Old Spot pig.We decided to have lunch in the farm park's cafeteria and it was at this point that my Champagne moment of the day occurred...our one-year-old daughter Gracie was happily sitting in her high chair enjoying her lunch when she suddenly decided to flick a spoonful of yoghurt over her right shoulder which landed on the floor next to us. 

Stalking a rare breed chicken.My slightly embarrassed wife Helena sprung into action and grabbed a serviette and started mopping up the said yoghurt, at which point a pair of feet walked past, almost slipping in the yoghurt. But they were no ordinary feet...they belonged to none other than Mr Cotswold Farm Park himself, Adam Henson, who was just about to enjoy his own lunch.

Adam didn't seem to mind my wife apparently worshipping at his feet (maybe he's used to it by now) and he proceeded to take his place in the lunch queue, seemingly unaware of the frantic mopping up operation beside him.

There was something rather reassuring seeing Adam having to queue up for lunch at his own farm park and chatting to visitors.

Perfect end to the day: cuddling some fluffy chicks.After lunch, we spent some time in another play area where Noah and Eliza particularly loved playing on the bouncy inflatable pillow.  

Our day ended in the touch barn where Noah and Eliza had a lovely time cuddling some rare breed rabbits and chicks.

Noah expressed his desire to cuddle a rather large Gloucester Old Spot piglet but I managed to persuade him against the idea.

Coming from Worcestershire, I was amused recently to discover that, according to a survey, 'Worcestershire' is actually the hardest word in the English language for people to pronounce properly.

'Cotswold' is also a pretty hard word to pronounce when you're four, so I couldn't help smiling when, as we were leaving after a fantastic five hours on top of the beautiful Cotswolds, Noah declared: "I like the Cockerel Farm Park."
 

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