We sneaked out there in a gap in the showers to do our halter training today. For a change we walked up our flowery lane that is full of violets now. Some of the alpacas seemed to like it, the ones who are still dragging their heels and behaving like camels were not amused. There are five new ones so we just put their halters on and stood around with them as they were very calm without attempting the big walking thing – we’ll do that tomorrow.
My garden is nearly ready for planting. I got to the worst, most weedy bit yesterday and Chas went to and fro with the wheelbarrow to the alpaca/horse compost heap heaping piles of gorgeous black stuff on to the soil. It is beautiful compost. I haven’t raked it yet as I was exhausted after a couple of hours digging and so was Chas. We moved last year’s row of sage bushes, grown from seed, to the front garden so they are handy for the kitchen and I sat around in a comatose fashion until my blood sugar had recovered and I felt ready to cook dinner. We have both noticed that now we are nearly 60 we don’t have the stamina and keel over after 12 hours work.
I have resolved to try and get fitter and walk up and down our hills more frequently. I have thought about the gym but know I wouldn’t like all those other people watching one’s puny efforts not to mention the aesthetic horror of the lycra stuff they wear.
Alex A –
You really don’t need to go to the gym – working on a farm is definitely enough exercise.
Tom A –
Yes, surely it’s only us urban dwellers who are forced to get our exercise through the industrial treadmills of gyms and nightclubs!
Mind you, I got out of London yesterday for a walk on the North Downs. We were led by Dan Hallam, who has a startling ability to inspire people to get up before 8am on a Sunday morning, not usually my thing.