Oh dear, the rain has returned and once again we have 150 alpacas sitting under the hedges with the occasional hardy soul munching on the grass in the middle of the field regardless. The humans are wet too. I am at the two jumper, two pairs of socks stage and contempating trying out my brand new sheepskin lined Wellington boots. At the moment I am still wearing the very odd pink boots that are pink plastic up to the ankles and then sheepskin, fine as long as the mud and puddles aren’t too deep. I march around Tiverton in these wondering whether people think I am barking – very probably.
I have been working on the database before Chas uses it for the British Alpaca Futurity information pack mail out. This is a truly thankless task and very, very dull. Bring back secretaries, trouble is we can’t afford one, ironing is more amusing, well maybe not. We were up at Dartington Crystal today looking at some trophies they have designed for the Futurity champions – a few more tweaks required but we’ve nearly got it right. There is no big road to Torrington from here and we met everything on the lanes – car drivers who couldn’t back, an enormous log carrying tractor and trailer, a digger, loads of other tractors, lorries, milk tankers, white vans, you name it. Chas hurtled on regardless while as usual I sat in the passenger seat shielding my eyes from approaching disaster. Put a glass in my hand, please.