#barn hill

[dubmill]

Barn Hill, Sewardstone, Essex; 4.8.2018

[wolveswolves]

So I've rescued wolves before and I've worked around them a LOT. Well, this animal reserve called "Barn Hill" opened up near me, and they have a wolf pup that they let run around, and keep him on a leash instead of an enclosure, and they feed him dog food as well. They say he's plenty submissive since he shows his belly, so it's TOTES acceptable to let children pet him. When I tried to talk to them about this, they got pissy and wouldn't listen at ALL. This is so wrong, though.

Sounds like they’re trying to turn the pup into a pet. I know this is a very old message (cleaning my inbox), so that’s probably why I can’t currently find anything about it on their website, but geez.

[jonussbaumer]

Das Wunder von Barn Hill

[midnightinparis]

barn hill in stamford, lincolnshire, england

[didweleavetheironon-blog]

The equivalent of the pub with no beer.....11 June

You've heard of the pub with no beer, well we hit the roadhouse with no fuel! it was unfortunate as we had left eighty mile beach quite promptly as rumours were abound that there may be no room at Barn Hill Station, our next stop. Apparently the fuel truck was running late and they couldn't get hold of the truckie. Between 30 mins and 4 hours was the variance in answers given to our question, how long do you think it will be until the truck arrives? After a short wait filled with a cup of tea and homemade sausage rolls, we were offered  the dregs of premium unleaded which of course we took. The next fuel is 291 kms away. Fortunately for the others that rolled in after us, the fuel truck arrived as we were pulling out. There was room at the Inn and after a wonderful journey down a bumpy 10km dirt track we arrived at Barn Hill to find out Norman and troop had confirmed a spot for us . Situated on a working cattle station with access to a beach where you could swim and fish, it had all the makings of a great spot. The whole set up was wonderfully rustic and  I couldn't help but take a picture of the dunny which was the 'piece de resistance'. Fashioned out of corrugated sheets, and cement walls dyed red by the pindan, it was open to the elements, unisex and with it's own air conditioning system (lots of gaps) it was an adventure. Having a shower ( and I was lucky as i got a hot one) was an interesting experience. The fast and furious cold wind has followed us on our journey as  we move East. Due to the construction of the amenities, the wind with its icy touch would wrap itself around you whilst the hot water poured down trying to warm you. it was like having one of those showers that turns hot and then cold when someone else turns a tap on that is nearby.  Although it was cold ( overheard a lady in the toilets saying she has been coming here for 11 years and it had never been this cold) and we start the day in Uggies and fleeces , we are back in shorts and on the beach by lunchtime. On Sunday night there was a roast dinner night ( beef of course) which we attended. We bumped into Mark and Wendy and kids again so joined them for the big night out. Entertainment was provided by an indigenous band who played a few of their own compositions mixed in with the standard wedding and family get together repertoire. I lost it when they did the Hokey Cokey and had to record the frivolity as a reminder of the good old fashioned fun that permeates these sites. I actually felt quite sorry for the band having to chuck that one in. Got a lot of people up dancing though!!!!! To their credit they were good musicians and Marty wants to state for the record that they did a great version of black magic woman and Proud Mary. ( should we own up to even knowing those songs on a blog????)