The Frost's Farm

A farmer, but he says he doesn't like being cruel to animals, so he is not a very good farmer.
Chapter 10
He walked along the dirt track behind the outbuildings towards the front of the house, but stopped when he heard voices coming from the barn.
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Curious, he decided to make himself known and walked around the side of the barn and in through the open door. ‘Hi dad,’ he said.
Exterior Areas
The next day Johnny took the dogs a walk around the farm. He loved the land around here, the fields, the forest at the top of the hill and the marshland that his father was always trying to tame at the bottom.
Gareth's Plan
‘Hi,’ said Gareth in return. ‘Look at all this, I ask you.’ He pointed at a nearby portacabin, then a patch of concreted ground barely visible in the hard frost that had turned everything white. ‘This was where it was meant to be. The reception, the ticket office. This is where all the visitors would line up to enter the park, their pockets bulging with money that they couldn’t wait to press into my clammy hands. We’d already broken the ground and had started laying the foundation. It was in the paper and everything. I was building my dreams. All for naught.’
‘And you have to be cruel to be a farmer around here. Leaving the beasts out in all weather, taking them to slaughter. I’m too soft hearted for all that… So… This is where my dream died Johnny. People were turning their farms into activity centres all over Scotland, so why not me? We were going to have clay pigeon shooting, archery, carting, the works. A coffee shop for your mum to run. Well that all went out the fucking window, didn’t it? Now I’m back to farming and all that money gone. 
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