By Lyn Funnell
Last year we went to the Newick Pumpkin Farm and we loved their colourful selection of pumpkins.
A few days ago I phoned Richard Wood at the farm and he told me that he’d got the pumpkins out, but he didn’t have such a wide selection this year as his father Derek had died this year.
Derek was a much-loved Newick resident. He taught my husband when he was a child in Sunday School.
He’ll be sadly missed.
Richard said he was going on holiday with his family for a few days for a much-needed rest, but the pumpkins were out with a box there for the money, or people could pay online.
We drove there and stared. The pumpkins were massive. They were the biggest pumpkins I’d ever seen!
While we waited for our daughter and granddaughter to arrive, several cars stopped and people got out to buy pumpkins.
I was pretty disgusted to see a few women who loaded their pumpkins, then got their purses out and removed what obviously wasn’t much money to post in the box. Then when they saw me looking at them, they guiltily lowered their heads and took out what was obviously the real amount.
It wasn’t the younger ones who stopped and did it, it was older women in big cars.
Shame on you!
Our selection. The grey pumpkins are my favourite. They’re the tastiest, and often the dearest.