Privet’s Farm, isolated from other farms sat exposed to the elements. As a result, it withstood the elements in all their fury all year round. The orchard at the farm was not as well cared for, the peach tree’s forever looking decidedly unhappy. Closer in around the house and the out buildings the state of disrepair was obvious to all who wandered by.
Mr Privet was an odd man. Short and stout, who loved to shout, called his neighbours names that can never be repeated. He made enemies without really trying and it was a good thing many concluded that he and his farm was as isolated as they were. For three months over Christmas he was snowed in, a relief to the people of the town. Once the thaw began Privet started to complain and whine. People were glad he and his farm were as isolated as they were.