Woodgate Valley Country Park - Woodgate Valley Urban Farm and Hole Farm

Woodgate Valley Urban Farm and Hole Farm

Volunteers run the Urban Farm, a very small site that educates people, especially children, about animals.

Completely separate but adjacent is Hole Farm Trekking Centre that caters for horse riding over a range of ages and abilities. Buses from Bromsgrove, Halesowen - but mostly from Birmingham city centre.

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    Ah! I have penetrated to those meadows on the morning of many a first spring day, jumping from hummock to hummock, from willow root to willow root, when the wild river valley and the woods were bathed in so pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead, if they had been slumbering in their graves, as some suppose. There needs no stronger proof of immortality. All things must live in such a light. O Death, where was thy sting? O Grave, where was thy victory, then?
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    A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork. What is significant, and is so difficult for the urban stranger to understand, is that the two statements are connected by an and and not by a but.
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    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Someone had literally run to earth
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    The origin of all the family there.
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    That now not all the houses left in town
    Made shift to shelter them without the help
    Of here and there a tent in grove and orchard.
    Robert Frost (1874–1963)