#WhatHoneyFarm?

When I was turning 16 I went on a family holiday to Cornwall. It rained every day. We found refuge in the gym and sauna and once braved the beach. Each day we drove past a bee farm, “Can we go?” I begged. For days I was answered with a resounding no from everyone. Humph! I thought. Then on the day of my 16th birthday I begged once more. “Bee farm?”
Eye rolling began, “It’s my birthday!” No one could argue, so we went.
Why is this relevant you may wonder? Well, ten years later I had the opportunity to visit a honey farm to taste the sweet, yellow drops of joy. Excitement building as we gathered on the bus for it- our next stop.
“So I don’t think we’ll make it to the honey farm today!” announced Jack our tour guide. “We won’t have time to get to the salmon tasting.”
Um...what?
A room full of decapitated fish offal or a pleasant room of yellow joy! Fuming! What is important is that I remained calm and didn’t sulk or complain!

The salmon tasting had highs and lows, highs: there was a really cute dog AND they had a honey to try. Lows: it smelt like fish which distracted me from the sweet honey taste...sigh! Luckily it was just a five minute stop before we headed to the gorge.

Our last stop for the day! It was beautiful! We were greeted by a flock/ herd? A handful of peacocks and a pademelon which is like a small wallaby thing. A huge suspension bridge hung above the water and gave views of the giant boulders and fast flowing water below. Across from the bridge was a tiny old stone bridge that hugged the sides of the river bed. Everything was still and peaceful in the quiet of the afternoon as we made our way around the gorge.
After our walk, we moved swiftly on getting to Launceston before sunset. It was a sad afternoon as we were saying goodbye to lovely Rachel who commented on everything by saying, "It's so nice!" in her Swiss accent.
We dropped her off all giving her big hugs and then headed the 3 minute journey back to our hostel.
"OH NO!" Jack called.
"What?"
We had missed our turn and were hurtling down the highway on to unknown lands afar. We saw Launceston vanish as the streetlights lit the road in the wrong direction. After 15 minutes or so, Sunny, who was sat in the back and struggled with English was looking very perplexed.
"Anyone know where we're going?"