If you’ve never been – and I bet that’s a few of you – you’ll be surprised how nice it is: sheep grazing in a valley, outsize hens clucking about in the dirt, a goat chewing pensively as it eyes you up. And nestling in a remote outpost of West Kentish Town, it’s all spread over 4 acres of disused railway lands, so you’re just as likely to hear the rush of a train as the snort of a big, happy pig.
Interestingly, the farm has a claim to fame. Initiated in 1972, by an existing community group, it was the first of its kind to be established – anywhere in the UK. It’s also acted as a model in the development of the City Farm movement as a whole.
On a Sunday morning visit, with young Archie (above, pointing at goat), we were were pleased to report it was lively with families ooh-ing and aahing.
But no, Mrs Kentishtowner, we are not adopting a mallard.
