We arrived at the farm, which is beautifully situated on the side of a valley. The barns and stables and main farmhouse are lovely. Every thing looks like a painting in a picture book. That is until the owner, Mrs. Wolf, appears.
She gives us a handshake, tells us we can come down and pay for the week’s camp in her office (a corner of the dinning room), reluctantly takes down our phone numbers in case of emergency, gives us a nod and says good-bye. She is definitely not one to nandy-pandy the parents, but still! A little assurance that the girls will be fine, would have been nice. The fact that Lisi went their last year and said it was just wonderful, is the only lifeline I could hold onto as we drove out of the place.
(Sara, called last night and confirmed that everything was just fantastic. There are four girls in her group and each girl has their own helper for the next few days. And the dogs are fantastic. And the pony are fantastic… she didn’t mention Mrs. Wolf, but I here she is back in the kitchen cooking up fantastic food.)
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