A Pig by Every Other Name

I have two tiny kids, so my travel these days isn’t always far-flung and exotic. Think Chinatown, as opposed to say, China. But I still get ye olde travel itch on a regular basis and am always looking for little ways to scratch it. With the kids in tow, of course.

This past weekend was glorious so we decided a spot of apple picking in the country would be fun. We drove an hour out of the city to a place called Chudleigh’s, which is more of a rural theme park than an apple farm of yesteryear. You get a wristband, tractors shuttle you to and from the vast and impeccably tended orchards, and everything is frighteningly well organized. To be fair, we had a blast and I ate my children’s weight in apples. Particularly enjoyable was the mise-en-scène of the farmyard. All of the animals were neatly arranged in various pens and stockades, each with an educational ‘What am I called?’ signboard.

Which brings me to my point. A group of pigs is actually called a ‘sounder’, and that’s exactly why this site is so named. Neat, huh?

Charlie is researching ways to safely smuggle toddlers into checked luggage, but until that pans out, he is content with his post as king of the farm fair circuit.