Robert Poste’s child is back at Cold Comfort Farm. But all is not well. Flora finds the farm transformed into a twee haven filled with Toby jugs and peasant pottery, and rooms labeled ‘Quiete Retreate’ and ‘Greate laundrie.’ It is, Flora winces, ‘exactly like being locked in the Victoria and Albert Museum after closing time’.
Worse, the farm is hosting a conference of the pretentious International Thinkers Group—a group made up of the ‘sadistic owl’ Mr. Peccavi, loathsome Mr. Mybug and the overpowering Mrs. Ernestine Thump.
And worst of all, there are no Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm. All the he-cousins have gone abroad to make their fortunes and the female cousins are having a pretty thin time of it. Once again the sensible Flora decides to take the situation in hand.
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Worse, the farm is hosting a conference of the pretentious International Thinkers Group—a group made up of the ‘sadistic owl’ Mr. Peccavi, loathsome Mr. Mybug and the overpowering Mrs. Ernestine Thump.
And worst of all, there are no Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm. All the he-cousins have gone abroad to make their fortunes and the female cousins are having a pretty thin time of it. Once again the sensible Flora decides to take the situation in hand.
