Let’s assume the worst. You’re not sold on leisure farms. You think they’re places for soft-palmed yuppies to go and gawk at livestock and giggle at pigs rooting around in their own … you know. For the jaded among us, and there are many in the experienced travelers’ circles, the words “leisure” and “farm” used in tandem conjure up images of city folk tossing off the shackles of 9-to-5 cubicle navel-gazing for a weekend to go and play some watered-down version of a ranch hand or a homesteader.