We went to pick up some Christmas beef, which we’d pre-ordered from a farm in the centre of the island, which involved a long journey through the beautiful, nondescript farmland in the northern part of Anglesey – small, deserted lanes with big tractors shooting past. Eventually, we arrived at the wrong place. Our second attempt took us down a long muddy track which led nowhere. A passing vehicle directed us to Beef Direct, where a huge piece of beef was waiting for us:-



Had they warned you that you had to prepare the beef yourself?
Enjoyed the joke – thank you.
Whatever happened to Turkey?
The children have vetoed Turkey. Charles