YOU’VE GOTTA QUACK
Walking down the lane from our farm, I glanced over my shoulder. My granddaughter, Freya, then one, trotted along singing nursery rhymes to herself.
Nearing the stream at the bottom of the lane, we stopped to admire the ducks swimming in the water.
‘Ducky!’ she mumbled, pointing to the water. Ever since she could walk, Freya loved coming to stay at ours to see all of the cute animals.
Me and my husband Robert, 44, would look after her on a Wednesday and Sunday, whilst my son Dean, 32, and daughter-inlaw Ashley, 35, were at work.
Freya would demand to spend most of her time outside, looking at the cows, chickens, polecats, and geese.
She was simply infatuated with them all and she had such a caring nature.…
