Once again MyCeredigion finds itself in Pembrokeshire…
Not far from Narberth in Pembrokeshire is a treasure house of fun. Anyone who’s been to Folly Farm will know you really only go with children. In fact an un-accompanied adult, male, with a camera would probably be fed to the pigs.
Anyway for the third time this year I braved it’s hallowed halls with a party of 20 celebrating EM’s number 4 birthday, the Big O-Four. Folly Farm has all the usual appointments associated with farming; goats (yay, feeding time!) cows, sheep, horses, donkeys, chickens, giraffes, ocelot etc etc. Of course you guessed, it’s not only a farm it’s a zoo too.
But what do you do in the unlikely event of rain in West Wales or if you’re tired of petting and feeding and gawping? Well, we head for ‘Europe’s largest undercover vintage funfair with a huge collection of working rides and stalls lovingly restored for your enjoyment.‘
I’m not a fun fair fan in the normal, That’ll Be the Day sense. Too many scary rides and too much teenage shrieking. But this is special. As it says on the can, it’s ‘Vintage’. The Chairoplane, the Caterpillar, Dodgems, the Royal Coronation Speedway, the Cakewalk, Golden Gallopers and a Helter Skelter with coconut mats rough enough to satisfy the most sadistic PE teacher.
Best of all? The vintage art…
Highly Recommended. Here’s some pictures.
The keen-eyed will have noticed new colours nailed to my masthead; the logo of newly relegated Southampton Football Club. Yes that’s my club. Dumped out of the Championship, in administration and starting next season with a 10 point deficit, they are on the brink of being bought out by a consortium financed by a mystery multi-millionaire. Even though we live in dark economic days there are some ready and eager to invest in that thing that is the opposite of a cash cow. Doubtless if I had the cash I’d be one of them.
Notwithstanding nearly 40 years living in Wales (and a brief narrowboat induced flirtation with Aston Villa) I can’t bring myself to support any other club. It’s a blood thing really; a large New Forest family on my mother’s side, living close enough to Southampton to be regulars at the Dell, it can’t be helped.
Anyway, today I read this story in the (Southern) Daily Echo. As with so much from the back pages it is likely to be complete tosh.
But while the identity of alleged multi-millionaire investor remains off-radar a man (of a certain age) can dream.
Of course I’d prefer it if it were Rod Stewart AND the Faces.
But I suppose Gordon Strachan will have to do.
For all you patient people waiting to see the full set of super rare and distressingly vintage Midnight and the Lemon Boys photos here’s the slide show. If you feel the urge share the link and/or leave me a message.