Mark was quite keen to be the only BBSer to actually meet me and Heather, so we arranged a weekend for him to visit.Mark was quite keen to be the only BBSer to actually meet me and Heather, so we arranged a weekend for him to visit. Armed with a map (my farm is quite difficult to find. There are about a thousand side roads to take after you leave the Southern Motorway), and my phone number in case he got hopelessly lost, Mark made his way to my farm. My first surprise was that he was riding a 50cc mo-ped. Christ, it must have taken him hours to get way the hell out here. My second surprise, when he removed his helmet; he was only 16 years old. Less than half my age! I guess I had been expecting someone about 19-20ish. After introductions all round, we went inside and sat in the lounge. We were all a little nervous, no-one really knew what to say so the conversation was a little stilted. We made a bit of small-talk, and Heather produced some ice-cold cans of Coke. Finally I offered to show Mark around the farm; introduce him to some of the animals. It was quite fun. I am as proud as hell of my wee hobby farm, and Mark was genuinely interested in the layout; all the work I had put into it. At the end of the tour I asked Mark if he still doubted the authenticity of my stories. "Well, your farm is described fairly accurately, but that still doesn't mean you get it off with the animals. |