There is a farm tucked down behind the pitch and putt course at Elberry. It's incongruous there, on the edge of the holidaymakers' favourite beach, but it reminds you that there is more to life than buckets and spades and rash vests with 'Surf Dude' written on them.
Whenever you walk past the farm there is a cacophony of squabbling geese, all strutting around the yard looking for food and trying to pick a fight.
It's a great noise, but you can't hear it now.The yard is silent and empty.
The geese have all gone somewhere, and no good will come of it for them. None of them is coming back.
If the farmer didn't send his geese off to slaughter so you lot can eat them, he wouldn't have a farm or a livelihood, and he'd have to get a job selling buckets and spades and rash vests with 'Surf Dude' written on them. Fair enough.
But as the old song goes, 'It doesn't make it all right'.
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