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It was held in a barn with a small marquee attached, although in 23 mph winds, partygoers had to hold onto their buns…. My brother lost a hamburger bun while walking across the yard – it lifted clean up, split and bounced down towards the piggery. I'm sure it went to a better place.
We had a tour of them and got to stroke both wriggling piglets and huge monster pigs. I'm in the photo below thankfully obscured by my niece & nephew, but my totally unsuitable cork wedges are visible.
No jokes about me being the one with my nose in the trough please (that wasn't caught on camera).
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