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Woolly says – Having settled into our new accommodation and ensured that the women are working hard in their new jobs I left the task of their supervision to others and decided to investigate our new surroundings. Plassey Holiday Park is set in over two hundred acres of rolling fields a few miles from the city of Wrexham. Given the distance my short paws needed to cover I debated climbing aboard one of the many golf buggy’s that the site has until I caught the eye of one of the one duty wardens and decided that I might find myself in deep water, a nearby tractor didn’t appear to want to go anywhere and as I was contemplating ‘borrowing’ a handy child’s bike Jo caught up with me, is there never any peace for me! Having explained that stealing was not an option for his transport and knowing that he had really wanted to discover on his own I suggested a look at the boutique shops first to soften the blow. Woolly says – The shops are set in the old milking barns, having bypassed the stables restaurant for another day and voted against the need to check out the bridal shop I was delighted to find my next choice to be a cake or ice cream shop….well it would be rude not to try both. I sat in the sunshine licking my honeycomb treat and taking small bites out of a rather delicious cupcake as I watched the children playing in the large play area, I glanced at Jo who shook her head, I promised to not kick anyone if she allowed me to try it out, I even offered to let the children have a go on the slide if allowed in but all to no avail, I contemplated a quick sulk but as the wet wipes appeared and she began to remove the ice cream from my tail and ears I knew that it was unlikely to happen no matter how big a sulk I tried.
Having cleaned the small furry one to the best of my ability I followed him into the small museum that displayed relics from the Victorian era and lots of photographs of how the original farm would have looked in the early 1900’s. Woolly says – having collected a small pile of tourist information leaflets to study later I led the way in and out of the dress shops, equestrian and photography studio and through the other outlets, so many things to buy, I considered my need for a nice leather saddle before becoming distracted by a rather charming picture of the sheep that live in the surrounding fields, before I could make my choice I was hustled outside once more. As we rounded a corner I was delighted to spy a small tower shaped folly set into a corner and raced across to check it out.
The folly gave a lovely view of the lambs outside and provided us with some lovely animal prints and a replica bust of Oliver Cromwell and Owen Glyndower inside. Woolly says – Having checked out the colourful sheep statue next to the folly which is part of the sheep trail in the area I was eager to explore the golfing section of the camp. Dragging my golf clubs behind me I trotted down a long sloping driveway to the driving range. Thousands of balls littered the ground as the golfers practiced their shots and the sheep watched on, the next field allowed us access to the pitch and putt area and just as I was thinking of getting my swing up to par I was moved onwards towards the lake.
We sat for a while watching the mallards and coots swimming happily around on the water and discussed how lovely the place was and how friendly and helpful all of the staff were in the clubhouse where Zoe and I were working. Woolly says – having listened to her drone on for several minutes I waited for a pause for breath before suggesting we walk on. I waved to the golfers going out onto the 9 hole green which looked glorious as it dipped and rose across the former farm fields displaying its pristinely kept grass… I really need to get some practice strokes in! Past the clubhouse we went and onto the main camping site. Tree’s providing shade and beautifully maintained flower beds lay everywhere with caravans and motorhomes sat happily on their pitches, I tried counting the numbers but gave up when I ran out of paws! Being the schooll holidays most of the pitches were in use and as we took in a variety of views across the golf course my small friend sighed happily and clutched onto his golf bag, I could almost hear the cogs whirring in his mind as he considered the eagles, albatrosses and bogeys that would fill his summer days.
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Jennifer Jones
my home town
Sadly Jo it never got City status - it is north wales and my home town could never compete with south wales :(