Making my way down the lane towards the farmyard I was directed to the barn, in which the Large Black piglets and the mother sow were half-hidden in a bed of straw, and try as I might, I struggled to get a good shot of them! What could I do? I tried calling to them, but maybe they didn't understand my Wymondham accent!
Noticing my predicament, the 'man from Gressenhall' (I failed to ask his name) came to my aid and tempted the sow with a handful of meal-pellets, so that I would get better photos of the piglets.
Outside the barn, in the pig-sty nearby, the other family of Large Blacks – born a while ago – were rolling about in the straw, making them difficult to photograph.
I called them and they responded by rushing out and posing for the camera, although I think they were looking to be fed!
With the rain beginning to fall quite heavily, I made my way back to the Workhouse, then to wet and windy 'Windum' (Wymondham!).
I hope to be at Gressenhall Farm and Workhouse again on Bank Holiday Monday, 2 May, for 'A Day with a Difference' – The Story Festival, where there'll be a chance to meet our much-loved characters from our favourite childhood tales. Perhaps I'll see you there?