It sounds like the location of the Australian game on ShockWave's Shockmachine, called Lenny's Walkabout.  This is set in the outback town of Pullyapantsup.  Another of Natasha's favourites, it was a free download we got when getting all the Chicken Run stuff.

Well, that's kind of like Puyallup.  They have the farm fair, but they also have a lot of domestic abuse and drug use.  Woo-hoo!
Cindy has llamas at the bottom of her garden, a farmer keeps them in an adjoining field.  Natasha was fascinated.

So am I.  I love their faces.

I haven't seen any nanny goats showing any interest.  Maybe because he doesn't have a job right now.

See, tell him that if he were cleaner girls wouldn't care if he had a job or not, as long as he smelled good and kissed well.  That means brushing his teeth, so he'd better do that while he's at it.

I adore heather honey, which has a decidedly non-honey-like flavour.  We can only get it sporadically here, and from specialist deli's.  It seems to be available most of the time in Scotland though, so we occasionally get some on visits to my parents.

Yes, it's good.  We grew up on orange blossom honey, which is also much better than standard clover honey (which is the standard in the U.S.)  In Hawaii we got kiawe (mesquite) honey, and that's terrific.  It has a little bit of a smoky taste to it.  What do y'all like honey on?  I like it on peanut butter sandwiches and toast.  I also make a good honeyand mustard chicken thing.

On toast or sandwiches mostly.

Mmmm, hot buttered toast with honey getting very loose and melting into the little holes.  All we have in the house right now is black pumpernickel.  It doesn't suit my toast fantasy.

I told you about the theme park trip last month. 

Nuh-uh.  It must have been one of yer other Internet wimmin.

Hmm.  I wonder why not, it went in several letters, but a lot happened around that time.  During the summer holidays my parents came and looked after Natasha for a week, and took her to London to see my sister and to see the show Cats.  She would really love me, then.  I can sing everything from "Cats."  A youth misspent. Then later she went there for a week.  This arrangement allowed me to clear some of the larger jobs off my backlog, ones which meant staying on site for several days.  It was great that they could do this because they having both been ill, I had thought that such excursions were a thing of the past.  In between Cindy filled in as usual, but she needed a day off for some reason.  I forget now, it might have been to do with John's illness.  I needed to visit two factories in the midlands.  I did a deal with Natasha, we'd go van-camping, she'd put up with one day hanging around factories, and I'd take her to Alton Towers, a big theme park in the midlands, the next day.  It sounds like good fun. So we drove down that night, slept over near the first factory, and in the morning she sat in the reception office with the receptionist while I dealt with the job.  This was a small family factory, so it was no problem.  Then we drove over to the other factory, stopped for a Burger King lunch on the way, and she played in the van while I did that job.  Then we drove over to Alton Towers and found a restaurant for dinner, and spent the night nearby.  So we were through the gates as soon as they opened and spent the day there.  We were lucky with the weather, it had rained heavily the previous day, but we got mostly sunshine and temperatures in the mid twenties.

Natasha was keen to go on the scariest rides permitted for her height, although she shunned certain types.  

What's the height requirement there?  48"?

There is a different rating for each ride.  The highest is 1.4m, most of the 'adult' (I mean non-kiddy, not porn) rides are rated 1.2m.  She is about 1.27m. 

We went on the Corkscrew roller coaster, which had a few unpredicable g-changes that could be quite disconcerting.

Yaaaaaaaay!  Did you throw your hands in the air?  Yaaaaaaay!

She came off looking white, and not sure if she enjoyed it, but recovered her colour in about two minutes and decided she had.  She loved the Log Flume, rode it several times until we were quite wet, and on one occasion spent most of the ride shouting that she hadn't screamed. 

Now, see, I'm not fond of log flumes unless it's very hot outside.  What, it was 23 or 24? C then?  No way, José.  Too chilly for me -- or at least too chill to wander around soaked to the skin.  I'm such a dainty little flower.  (snort)

It wasn't cold enough that you'd notice being wet.  Natasha insisted on going barefoot.

Oh, God.  Do you have hookworm there?  I've grown up in the subtropics most of my life, and while I can go barefoot in Hawaii all the time, I wouldn't dream of doing it in the Mainland U.S.  Hookworm.  Eeeeeeew.

Unlike the two teenage girls in front of us, over who's screams she was shouting to be heard.

Well, yes, I am famous for my steamwhistle scream which I do on rollercoasters.  That's one of the joys of being or having been a teenage girl; that's one of the skills you develop.  My oncologist has forbidden me to ride any such things for the time being, and I am just so mad I can't see straight.  So I'm sucking down as much pamidronate as they will give me and taking calcium supplements, to build my treacherous bones up.  There is no ride at  a fairground or theme park which I will not go on.  The sole exception is Ferris wheels.  I don't like those very much.  It's the backwards and down motion which disconcerts me.  As long as I'm going forwards, I don't care what's going on.

I recall being fascinated by the effects of watching filmed roller-coasterrides in 'immersion' widescreen cinema.  We have an IMax in Bradford, and I also saw something smaller but similar in a fairground show in Canada where they had a hemispherical inflated tent and were projecting the film on the inside.  You still get a lot of the sensations without the acceleration.  I learnt with these things that what matters is keeping your eyes locked on the 'target' point, the point of zero angular velocity, like you do when
driving or biking.  What roller-coasters do is to apply sudden accelerations in unexpected directions to move the target around rapidly and try to break your lock and disorientate you.  If you can anticipate where the target is going to go next, then you don't get disorientated and it's just fun because you feel in control. 

Yes.  There used to be a ride at Disney World called "Eastern: the Wings of Man."  It was sponsored by Eastern Airlines, they of glorious memory.  At one point, your little car moved on a track into a hemispherical dome with a scene of great speed projected on it, and a fan blew wind in your face.  One year I looked down, and saw the track below just creeeeeeeeping along.  I never saw it as "fast" again.

Does that make me a control freak? Well, it makes you sound like someone who can only go on outdoorr rollercoasters.
Its a bit different if the target goes out of sight, like behind you or underneath ( e.g. on the high-point of a rollercoaster).  Then you can't track it, and when it comes back in sight it may be hard to reacquire.
Natasha didn't want to go on a simple centrifugal ride, cars hang on wires from a tower that spins around.  Possibly because it goes quite high and you have to look down.  Or possibly because it was boring. Oh, those look boring but they are a lot of fun.  They feel like you're flying. 
There was one weird ride.  There was about 20 minutes of preparation while they tell you ghost stories, then they lead you into a hall like a church and sit you down on pews, facing across the hall from either side, not along it as in church.  With suitable lighting effects the pews start to rock like a swing.  The trick is that the room outside also rotates to make the oscillations look bigger until you seem to be completely inverted.  The pews then come to rest at what is actually bottom dead centre, but your eyes are telling you is top dead centre.  Of course it only works if you watch the walls. People who spent the time watching the pews on the other side, like Natasha, couldn't see the point of it, it was just a swing.

Sounds like fun.

There's a rollercoaster on top of the Stratosphere hotel in Las Vegas which I am keen to ride.  It's a regular rollercoaster, except it's about thirty stories up in the air.  Whee!  Neither my father (who lives there) nor my husband will go on it with me, and my doctor won't allow me to.  But!  I am going to, at some point, if I have to arrange for full-skeleton titanium replacements, dammit.

Like I said before, I think the doctor is being a bit overprotective.  I can't see that a roller coaster puts any more stress on your hips and thighs than walking on them does.  Has he any evidence of patients actually sustaining fractures in this way?

He's not really worried about my hips and thighs, but about my spine in the case of the rollercoaster.

We serve them with anything you feel like.  Jam, honey, fruit juice, melted butter, Nutella, anything that spreads.  In Russia it's always melted butter.  We sometimes serve them stuffed, eg with ratatouille, but Natasha doesn't like that.

We're currently arguing on whether to acquire a couple of cats.  I say no, David says yes.  This is getting hairy and unamusing.
We have a cat, who adopted us around the time we got married.  She's cute but sometimes annoying.  She knocks all the papers off my desk while seeking attention, and destroys the furniture.  She is sitting on the desk meowing at me now.  I have sworn that I will not replace any suite, chairs or anything while the cat lives, because I could not face having expensive new stuff scratched to destruction.  She also has an annoying habit of leaving food in her bowl and  demanding more.  If you give her more she won't eat it because by then the first lot is rotting.  She used to make her own yoghurt - if I gave her milk she would ignore it until it went solid, then eat it.
She was hanging around before Lyudmila came, but I would not let her in.  Of course Lyudmila fed her and brought her in, so then we were stuck with her. I was brought up with cats, so I don't really mind, but of course it always ended up being my job to feed her etc.  Especially etc.

She is pretty much an indoor cat, and uses a litter box if she can stand it. It does not often get cleaned out but it lives in the cellar, well away from noses.  She prefers to go outside for that anyway, but if it gets too bad then she finds another spot in the cellar.  If I have been doing woodwork down there and not swept up, sometimes I come and find all the sawdust swept into a neat little pile.  BEWARE, it's not just sawdust.  She never had fleas or anything.

Wow.  Lucky you.  Maybe fleas aren't as bad in England because of the weather -- I remember that the Hallidays' cats and my godmother's cats never had them.

I had a bad experience with cat fleas back in the early1980's.  I took in a sofa for a couple who were moving to rented accommodation with the husband's change of job.  Trouble was the wife was blind, and the guide dog used to sleep on this sofa.  She swore it never had fleas (how would she know?) but my animal-free house was heavily infested after a couple of weeks.  Forensic tests led back to the sofa as follows.  My assistant (I had an office and staff in those days) kept finding the odd flea on her cat, and couldn't get rid of them.  Then she found they were in the office, and it occurred to her maybe she was carrying them home.  So I checked and found them at home.  A lot.  Decontamination procedures started.  I asked for the council fumigators to come, but that took a couple of weeks to schedule, and by then I had almost solved the problem.  White pants tucked into white socks made a good biohazard suit and killing field.  Just walking around was a good way of trapping the last few, using my warm body as bait.  Double-sweep vacuuming cleared large areas - you sweep a band across the room, then step back a couple of feet and do it again.  They can jump about a foot or so, and take minutes to recharge after jumping, so any that jump the vac into the clean zone are dead in the water for the second sweep.  The same logic explains why beds have legs at least a foot long.  But no matter what, I couldn't clear them off the sofa.  By the time the council came that was the only place they were.

Maybe this goes to metaphysical things like The Unquenchable Human Spirit, etc.  I think it's evolutionary.  Those of our ancestors who were curious and wanted to "develop" their minds (by seeing what happened if you ate an oyster, if you could take back fire to your cave from a lightning-struck tree, etc) were the ones who survived and passed their genes on.
Their descendents were similarly antsy about their minds and what they can do.

I think they are called kids, tearaways or delinquents.  I was trying to get at who and why.  It is clear we aren't all like that, so what are the factors that make a curious, inquisitive individual?

I think the raw matter of intelligence.  Though I think a lot of intelligence is environmental, some of it is innate, and even kids who don't receive appropriate stimulation grow up to be curious about things. 

Yes, and some don't. I guess it takes both genetic and environmental factors.  I'm think some kids are born thick and some have thickness thrust upon them.  I do feel that intelligence can be destroyed by negative stimulus, such as peer pressure that disparages learning or interest in anything.

What I mean here is that while most people shut down intellectual growth at the 'proper' time, others seem to go on indefinitely, even though they seem perfectly capable of coping with their lives, and not noticeably stressed. Why should they do this?  Either there is some unidentified cause, maybe genetic, maybe environmental, or else perhaps the tendency becomes fixed at some stage in development.  In the latter case, if 'intellectual adequacy' has not been achieved by a certain stage in development then the growth process will continue indefinitely.  I don't really see why that should be so, but it seems to happen like that.

Perhaps we need to study what intellectual adequacy is and make sure it doesn't happen to anyone.

That sounds like a vote for bullying.  I do have a sneaking suspicion that there is a connection.