I am writing this post sitting on one of our green stripey deckchairs in the lane, watching the alpaca boys. I can hear them munching away and wonder if, as it’s Sunday afternoon, this is their equivalent of a Sunday roast with Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes. Every so often I hear a click and it’s Ken with the staple gun in the brewshed using a combination of the alpaca boys’ fleece and sheep’s wool to insulate the ceiling. He’s pushing it in to the ceiling, then stapling some weedmat over it to keep it in. I usually take the boys’ fleece to my wool man, Leo who washes it, then cards and spins it on his machines but I donated it to the brewshed this year. That is a well-insulated, cosy brewshed.
On the subject of Yorkshire puddings, thank goodness they are available here but not in every supermarket, so thank you New World Rangiora!