Mon. 1st Jan. 2018

   And a Happy New Year to you all, here starts another 365 days of possible chaos and mayham…… well it should be if we’ve got anything to do with it!

All in all I shan’t be sad to say goodbye to 2017, it’s been a funny ol’ year as they say…..I don’t know who the ‘they’ is but ‘they’re’ right, we sold a few of our lovely alpacas at the start of the year and then nothing…..very quiet, no enquiries for the rest of the year, sold some wool and products at fairs and fêtes throughout the year which was good and talked to lots of peeps which is what we’re all about and then we had a bit of a blow in October when we lost one of our founders, old Easter who succumed to a massive worm burden that we were unable to treat in time. Unfortunately in December we had another bit of a kicking when we discovered one of last years boys dead in the field one morning following what appeared to be a dog attack during the night,a heart rending time it is…….enquiries are ongoing!

As said before,” where you have livestock,you also have deadstock” ……there’s the rub.

 

                                                                                                     Easter

 

    On a brighter note, young Lacey, Lotti’s daughter born in September,a month after all the others is doing well…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so to the Christmas markets, I had hoped to grab a photie of the ‘pacas here with the concrete sheep of Meziérè but with one thing and another……I forgot until it was too dark!

 

 

 

 

The three lads, Tribute, Cori and Coinneach did very well with the bright lights,noise and people, bless ’em.

 

 

 

 

………… that was the Saturday night and then on the Sunday morning they had to do it all again…… all day at the Blond village fête……

            …….cracking spot Grommit, handy if it snows…..or more likely rains!

 

T’was a trifle worrying with the witches cauldron in the square and the straw sheep being dressed in the background…….it was all a bit ‘The Wicker Man’ film like, somewhat unsettling in a ‘Hammer House of Horror’ sort of way!

We’ve all heard the stories of life in days gone by in these little rural villages……. maybe not so far gone by eh!

 

…….some weirdo in a red suit was eyeing the lads up, something about putting some bells around their neck and pulling a sleigh but we told him that they haven’t got union cards for that, so sling yer hook!

 

Well, there we go, 2018 started…….could be a cracker, you never know!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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