Don’t leave your furry friend behind on your next holiday!
Sometimes you might be able to find a close friend or relative to look after your dog for the duration of your holiday – but sometimes it’s simply not worth the worry.
If the idea of leaving them in a kennel doesn’t quite sit right with you, then why not consider these pet-friendly options:
Situated right on the edge of Forest of Bowland, this is a wonderful caravan site that hosts static homes which boast comfortable beds and, most importantly, pet-friendly accommodation.
With the entirety of the forest to explore at your leisure, not to mention the Yorkshire Dales just a 10 minute drive away, this is a wonderful way of seeing lots of the great outdoors with your canine companion.
If you’re looking for a rugged jaunt into the countryside, without the hard night’s sleep of actual camping, then Tyddyn Goronwy’s quirky pods could be just for you.
They might be little more than glorified sheds, but with the added bonus of insulation, security, a TV for cosy nights in and heating – you’ll be hard pressed to find a more affordable, comfortable option for you and your dogs.
Of course, when the summer sun is beating down in glorious England, there’s nothing better than really getting out into the great outdoors.
Caffyns Farm offers exactly that, with a refreshing take on the camping experience. They’re completely dog-friendly and also own a wide selection of ponies that you can ride for £25/hour. There’s a stream for little ones to play in and you’re right in the centre of Exmoor, one of Britain’s loveliest areas.
A night in this classy Pub/Hotel may well set you back a big whack (room prices start at around £125/night) but it’s far and away one of the swankiest place to take your dog.
Dorset’s a gorgeous area for walking your pooch and when you’re both exhausted from hiking round the countryside, Chef Neil Duffet is on hand to cook some delicious a la mode food that’s bound to sate your hunger.
A city break may seem like a rather odd choice to take your dog, but it’s thanks to places like Russel’s of Clapton that it’s becoming a more and more popular choice.
Annette Russell used to work in the the music-industry, now she runs a B&B out of her stylish London property, with the help of her whippet Reggie. It’s set within a more ‘traditional’ East London street – so expect takeaway shops and council estates to bookend this unique experience.
Dairy Cows Tread A Fine Line Every Day, Without Knowing It
If Dairy Cows, and other such creatures (whose yields are relied upon day after day), were granted an increased amount of consciousness or awareness – the pressure they would be under would surely be too much for them.
Although I’ve spent many years living on a Dairy Farm in both my home country of Bavaria in the 80s, as well as more recently with my wife in Dorset, I’ve always had mixed feelings about the relationship between a farmer and his cows. At an early age, I took a cue from my parents – as most children do.
From traditional Bavarian stock, my parents knew nothing but livestock management and dairy farming. They had both come from Dairy farming families, their marriage creating quite the local storm, as their union essentially ended a business rivalry that had existed for decades. Judit and Hal were two star-crossed lovers, who had seen each other from across a crowded showroom.
The first time I met my wife would later mirror that oddly charged scene.
Of course, when my parents met, in 1950s Bavaria, life was a little different. In a time before the popularisation of culture and the proliferation of television, a man’s job and farm were his life. By default then, the farm was emblematic of the entire family’s status and the source of their pride.
As such, when farmers came together for auctions or shows, the presentation of their livestock (and their respective families) represented everything that a man was. At these events, pride was at the forefront and tempers could run high, as sales and bids were decided based on surface traits. However, these events were also a rare chance to socialise and intermingle with people from around the area.
In the dusky corners of the cavernous sheds, where hundreds of cows calmly trundled in procession, Judit and Hal met and talked for hours, sharing their passions for animal care and the great outdoors.
The contradiction between my parents’ sincere love for their creatures and the ruthless view of each animal as a commodity was something that would often confuse me. It’s something that I’ve learnt to come to terms with in the last few years. Running a farm with my wife and relying on the animals for our income does change the nature of our relationship with them.
The 80 or odd animals we keep here in Dorset are relied upon to return on the value that we expended in purchasing them. As much as we can care and nurture their development, if they do not supply us with enough product to sell – then we have to make the hard decision to either sell or butcher them.
I’ve had moments of intense deja vu in the last year or so, as my three kids have started to grow up a little and begin to understand the nature of our business.
Trying to tell them why a certain cow is being led away from the rest is a challenge – but it’s a truth that all farmer’s children must learn in time.