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lovely family farm, very enjoyable week.
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Mar 21st, 2019

For as long as Man has seen the sky, he has wondered about the possibility of life on other planets. Yet, throughout all these centuries, the answer has remained just out of reach; sunk in the great unknown. In truth, the answer to his questions lay much closer to home than he ever realised. Join me as I recount to you the true tale of life on The Mooon. As with all great stories, it began with a meeting of The Great Cowncil. Cast your gaze back 66 million years. Life on Earth had been flourishing four of the five big extinction events had occurred and now the Triassic Era was in full swing. Up on The Mooon, The Great Cowncil looked down on this earth with envious eyes. It was desolate up in the vacuum of space. Steaks were at an all-time high. Life was rough. If they were to mooove to the planet, now was their time. Mooother Teresa meets with David Beefham. They begin to discuss plans a convoy of their finest herd would be sent to the planet, to inseminate it with life, bringing the cows to their new pasture. Leading the pack was Milky Balboa, along with George Moooney. In tow were a whole host of udder cows, all determined to leave The Mooon behind once and for all. Anyone not brought along was destined to perish in the mercilessness of space, surviving on a diet of nothing but green cheese. Straight away, firing off, dairy quickly things went bad. Powered by methane, the rocket relied heavily on controlled-gas release. Unable to refrain themselves to just using whoopie-cushions, the cows had inadvertently filled the entire interior of their ship with this deadly gas. Hurtling out of control, choking on the fumes, the ship came careening down on the Yucatn Peninsula, in the far West of Mexicow. Whilst they had originally prepared a large cow-pat for a soft landing, this crash ended up in far more of a cow splat. Struggling for survival, only the purest and toughest of the cows made it out alive. For the dinosaurs, this ship was the last thing they ever saw. The impact wiped out all remaining indigenous life. Not only had the cows made it to Earth but they had, in the process, cleared it of most life. Alone and afraid on this new world, the cows began to travel the vast lands, finally settling amongst the hills of Cownwall. This is where they made their home. As the years passed by, so the generations of the cows would begin to spread, and diversify. However, a direct line of descendants from the original crew, the final cows to survive the Mooon, stayed put. As humans developed, they named these lands, and began to domesticate them. Now, only about 250 of these genetically-superior cows remain, all clustered together in a handful of fields fields that have now come to be known by the name of Trevenning Farm. Providing the highest quality milk, and turned into the purest steak around, anyone with any sense would know to put their faith in the cows and their handlers at Trevenning Farm. Nowhere else can provide such high-quality animals treated with such care. If you want to see a part of history, and a case of what family-run farm-life ought to be, then Trevenning Farm is the place for you. Nowhere else holds up. If the space cows are happy here, then theres no reason you cant be too. Great cows, great milk, great vibes. Great family. Id gladly visit again! 11/10.
Aug 27th, 2021