We were there yesterday to talk to someone who might be interested in starting up an alpaca herd and to walk their fields. The fields haven’t been used for many years but don’t need a huge amount doing to them apart from fencing. It was a glorious day and we were just a few hundred yards from a shimmering blue sea.
Back at home the new cria has perked up and is suckling from its mother and is outside in the field. We were contemplating sending them back into the barn for the night but when we watched the cria at around seven last night it was making serious attempts to imitate a gambolling lamb so all seems well. Just a bit of a shaky start.
I got all my articles to Country Smallholding on time and now I am proofing Alpaca World magazine and doing all the last minute stuff. However we do have a bit of a glitch as we are very tight for space and may have to make the magazine bigger than a 64 plus 4 pager. There is a new girl at Buxton Press who is making a right dog’s dinner out of getting a quote for going up a few pages in size and that is holding us up.
The plumbers who were supposed to start down at our redevelopment site two weeks ago, did not turn up, after much negotiation over the quote etc. Wierd behaviour, they will be off all our Christmas card lists. A new plumber, the lovely Jason, has started. He seems very sensible but he has decided to subject us to the horror of the Plumb Centre this morning to choose sanitary ware so is obviously a sadist as well. We have three bathrooms and a shower room to buy for and my brain just turns to mush.
Joshua and I are going off to South Molton this afternoon on an Easter egg buying expedition. I read about a company there that makes all their own so if they have any left, we concluded these guys would be a much better option than Tesco and local too. Chas says he doesn’t want an egg as he claims he is too fat. But he is a chocolate freak and how are we going to protect our eggs from being snaffled unless we buy him some too?