Joshua has just come home after going snowboarding in the Pyrenees in France. He brought back pictures of the creche in the village where his father lives and there are alpacas in the nativity scene made out of our alpaca fleece. One even spits water! It is a big thing in the villages in that area and apparently highly competitive. The spitting alpaca has got to be a winner.
Yesterday we went in search of a Christmas tree and there didn’t seem to be any anywhere, not even at Knightshayes where there were only three pathetic examples left. Eventually we found ourselves at the flower shop in an industrial park and they sent us to a farm in Nomansland. When we got there they handed us a saw and a pair of gloves and said pick your tree, they are all £12 whatever the size. Our jaws dropped but we were very pleased really and got very confused as to which tree we wanted, eventually decided and Josh sawed it off. It has got to be the freshest Christmas tree we have ever had. Today we set off in the mule to get holly. There is one tree that is loaded with berries but I needed someone with a head for heights (Joshua) to stand on the roof of the mule and saw some branches which he did so we should have a house suitable for Christmas soon.
This year we are having Christmas Day on Boxing Day as Tom and Matt are not coming down until Christmas Day evening. Not sure what we are going to do on the big day that won’t be the big day…! Drink cocktails perhaps, Joshua invented one last night that had our homemade raspberry vodka in it, the taste of raspberries is amazing although it was a bit lethal, far too easy to drink quickly.