The Yorkshire Vet: Reflecting on next generation of farmers, animal lovers and sausages...

Before any ribbon cutting was done, we had a detailed discussion and question-asking session. Immediately, hands shot up. Talking to school kids is always great, because their enormous enthusiasm is so infectious. One young lad, Emerson, talked about the small but expanding flock of sheep he owned- his first lambing time was approaching. Another explained his love of tractors, his capabilities around repairing them and his favourite model. Someone else explained about the family’s farm shop and all the vegetables they produce and sell. Another talked about showing pigeons- including at the Yorkshire show. Apparently, it’s standard practice to shampoo them with washing up liquid!

The ceremonial opening was simple, and it was great to experience another wonderfully stocked library. Sensing the possible demand for animal books, I left a copy of my children’s book to add to the shelves. I’d been invited to stay for lunch and sit with some of the kids so we could talk a little bit more. I queued up and was shown where to stand and where to collect my plate. Surrounded by small people and about to sit on a tiny chair, I felt like a giant. Primary school teachers must feel like giants all the time. The sausages and mash looked delicious and came with three types of vegetables. The kids at Gillamoor were well fed as well as well read! Emerson was clearly excited about his imminent lambing time and voiced some of his concerns. He didn’t have much experience or knowledge so far. As I finished my yoghurt, I found myself volunteering to help. I hoped he’d take me up on the offer, because I think giving him some help and guidance would be great. Another boy told me more about his family’s suckler herd and his sheep. Lambing and calving would be starting before long, but there was no lack of experience on his farm. Farming was in his blood.

I helped tidy away the plates and did a few photos, but there was only so long I could linger in the school.

“Thank you for inviting me and I’m really sorry I’ve ruined your day of proper teaching!”

“Absolutely not- this is what education is all about!” exclaimed the head. “The kids will remember today for a long time!”

As I left Gillamoor’s lovely little school, I felt very pleased to have visited. It had been a great and enlightening experience. I reflected on the next generation of farmers and animal lovers, possibly even one or two veterinary surgeons. There had been some wonderful conversations and discussions. I’d enjoyed my lunch, the opening of the library and meeting the staff too. But my favourite moment, and a recollection that I hope will stay with me forever was during our question-and-answer session. A boy on the front row had been patiently sitting with his hand raised. When I signalled to him to ask his question he simply said,

“Last night I had a dream about a sausage.”

The head teacher smiled, as we all did in response to such a funny thing, before quietly adding, “Welcome to our world.”