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 ov