Everything is wet, the barn is one big dampness and the alpacas are sopping. Of course it is warm but I’m not sure that makes up for it. We are on clay so when the grass turns to mud it is seriously slippery. I am far too old to fall over but unfortunately it happens when you find yourself sliding downhill hanging on to a gate. I could do with alpaca feet – they stay upright.
The floods in Australia look horrifying, I find the picture of that family on top of their car in a raging torrent unbearable, dreadful thing to put on the front page of a newspaper when nobody knows what happened to them. It makes me feel even more gloomy than I am already.