It is always a marvellous thing to emerge on a Sunday morning, observe a scouring weanling and realise you are about to spend half an hour with a bucket of soapy water cleaning him up, o joy. Then we are off to look at some alpacas that are the fruits of one of our stud male’s loins with a view to buying them. On the way home we are going to drop off at New Cross Fruit Farm, the family seat (!) to collect Chas’s birthday present and hopefully a bundle of my brother William’s best asparagus.
I have been talking via email to an alpaca breeder who lives on an island off New Zealand. Honestly it looks like paradise, white sand, blue sea, amazing flowering trees, beam me there instantly.