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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Here come the girls

After a quick dash back to Cornwall on Monday the new girls we bought in February are all now settled in at Quelvehin.

First up is Pretty Suki. 5yrs old. Soft as tripe.Pregnant and due in Sept. Our first ever grey female alpaca.


Next,her daughter Cherokee Kaluha, 2yrs old.Our 'almost black'. Very very dark brown.Pregnant and due in August, Nice dense fleece but unfortunately only one back leg.

Poachers Moon Bodega. Fawn,5yrs old.Pregnant daughter of Wessex Fantasia and Ambersun Alamo. 

 My favourite. Cherokee Tia Maria 2yr old dark fawn female. A stunning alpaca. Grand daughter of Jolimont Warrior and pregnant to Popham Equador.

And finally,the weanling Cherokee Snowdrift with so much head fluff we have had to cut holes for her eyes today.  A pedigree to die for and not a bad fleece.!

So there you have it .What you might call a mixed bag,and the result of shopping for blacks with no will power.!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Showtime again

Who needs the Alpaca Futurity? This weekend was the first show of the year for us, and indeed France as far as I'm aware. It was hosted at the Parc d' expo penvillers at Quimper
.It was a show only for animals up to two years old so the usual suspects were left behind and we took our four remaining tiddlies from last years crop.
Looking far from resplendent in their debri impregnated fleeces our three huacayas were sure to win the scruffiest alpaca class! Only Cappucino the suri had managed to keep herself presentable for the occasion.
The classes were small so the chances of bagging a rosette were good. Imran and Indiana got a 5th and 2nd.
Cappucino was awarded champion fawn suri and probably our most pleasing result was Izzam who took a 1st place in the junior whites in a split class of twelve,despite being a little sod and refusing to stand still for the judges inspection.

Tim Hey did the judging and gave an interesting informal chat to all the entrants after the show.
 This was followed by a buffet dinner and a fashion show in the somewhat unglamorous setting of the adjacent hall used for the show cattle. Linda Hitchcocks alpaca garments were stunning and varied and beautifully presented by the models only marred by the jeering of a small group of inebriated young cattle farmers and the introduction of a cow onto the catwalk.
 Haute Couture Breton Style!!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Back but no black

Oh where have you been my blue eyed son? and where have you been my darling young one ?

Well. Misty mountians and crooked highways didn't feature too strongly, but in a nutshell my wanderings took in Cornwall, Devon, Somerset, London, Leicester and back to Portsmouth.
 And being as I'm a bit of a closet Luddite and not possessing of a hand held blackberry I pod internet thingy, there's been no blog for a month whilst I've been on the road seeking fame and fortune.(neither of which I managed admirably).
So that's my excuse and I've witnesses to prove it.
The reason for my abstinence from poo picking was multi faceted. Firstly,my mission was to seek out and buy two black female alpacas to add to our troop. For too long now we have been sadly lacking in the 'black female' department (ie none) and owning a terrific black male only makes it even more frustrating.
Not too difficult a task you might think.Two alpacas.Female. Solid blue-black. Piece a cake.

Why then did I end up buying one white,one fawn, two browns and a grey!?!
That's nothing like two blacks. Not even close. The colours are all wrong and I seem to have three too many.
I tried, really I did but the quality of blacks I was seeking came at a price and the temptation of a herd dispersal sale of some cracking quality pregnant females won me over and my plan went to pot.
I cautiously informed Jayne of my purchases and after a brief pause with the phone at arms length it was decided I shouldn't do the shopping in future.
One of the girls is almost black,sort of very very very dark brown and another is mated to Popham Equador (black) so we might get lucky with the offspring. I shall collect them at the end of the month and post some pics.
I spent the rest of the first week working at Popham Farm to pay off a previous debt and drinking heavily.

Next stop, London to visit my brother the comedian. No,really he is. Full time stand up,author/script writer.Check him out if you like a laugh,(and who doesn't?) Bit difficult to hang a label on so I've lifted this revue from 'Chortle'

Liam Mullone

“Though he appears distracted and bewildered, absent-mindedly running his hand through his messy hair as he tries to wrap his mind around the stupidities of the world, he’s actually a deceptively sharp operator.
 He tackles topics off the usual comedy palette, whether an obscure fact or a grumpily nihilistic take on the human condition with intelligence and a flick of surrealism. Rather than simply accepting the default comic impression that life is shit, he gives the impression he’s thoroughly researched the idea – both in academic theory and through the unforgiving practice of having lived a bit – before coming to the same, cynical conclusion.
As a former journalist and obituary-writer, he uses language elegantly, making complex ideas accessible yet funny; while his amiably shambolic style, redolent of a befuddled but bright don, is similarly disarming. Rarely does someone who seems so confused prove so incisive.” 
Much more eloquently put than I could have done.
Unfortunately being undeniably gifted at his craft leaves him lacking in other areas as is often the case with driven talent.
 Which is where I come in..Commisioned to re-floor all of his flat in Dulwich.
London is a scary place to country bumpkins. Too many people.Too much traffic. A mile trip to the local B&Q takes half a day and god help you if you take a wrong turn. There's no getting back. Your destination slips from view as you get swept along in the maelstrom of angry traffic. Like driftwood in a fast flowing river.

Liam was performing at Winchester one night so I went along with him to watch the show. The trip required the use of the tube, buses and a train all synchronized to hop from one to the other with surprising efficiency considering all the people.I tagged along behind as we rushed around the metropolis with absolutely no idea where we were going next. Finally we boarded the 18.35 for the last leg of the journey and it was crammed with commuters. We walked the length of the train in search of a seat but with no luck.As we walked through each of the carriages it struck me that everyone, almost without exception, were sitting staring into their mobile phones or laptops or I pads seemingly oblivious to their neighbours.Their fingers dancing over keyboards,ears plugged with headphones. Hundreds of people all in a trance.
.All aboard  the zombie express. It sent a chill down my spine.
We settled at the buffet bar, had a standing room only drink and I thanked my lucky stars my life was so different.
It was great to see Liam and George and the twins, Digory and Atticus I hadn't yet seen them and now almost a year old. It would be nice to say they loved their new alpaca cardys made entirely in house from Quelvehin alpacas, but I don't think at eleven months you really give a fig.... but they looked cool anyhow.

After a week of bacon sandwiches the job was done and it was time to move on. Another floor was waiting for me in Rutland and my mum wanted her kitchen moving six inches to the left. (long story)
As Leicestershire is where I grew up there are lots of family and friends and never enough time to go round.
Inevitably there were folk I missed but all the family were visited.
But parents are great aren't they?Great for giving you things. I've come away with clothes, drills, a pushbike and a nice new flatscreen telly.!

Jayne has managed the fort all alone whilst suffering with a cold and chest infection. What a trooper!
Her chic Renault twingo now looks like a landrover and is currently full of hay from ferrying it to the fields. On top of all the extra work she had the unenviable task of putting our dog down at the vets last week. He was 115 years old in dog years and his life had simply run it's course. But it's never easy to make that final decision.

We shall miss him. He was the best.             R.I.P. Shaft.

So it's back to the day job,we have four weanlings to halter train for a show in two weeks time.An article to write for LivingFrance magazine.Fence posts to replace and I really must do some logging before it's too late.
And then;; just as I finish this writing I've sold another female on the phone so all that goes on hold. We have a delivery to arrange.! It's all go. I'll soon need a break.