Last summer the small abattoir in the centre of Frome, just a mile or so from my holding, closed its doors for good. As I understand it, the site is being redeveloped for housing and (yet another) local arts centre. There are no plans to create a new abattoir.
I imagine this will be one of the less mourned business closures locally. I’ve heard whispered tales passing from mouth to mouth about the horrors of the abattoir: the rivers of blood running down Vicarage Street at dead of night, the unearthly screams of doomed animals reverberating off the walls of St Johns church nearby – urban myths. Particularly under its last management regime, the service provided by the abattoir was