The previous weekend brought about a spontaneous jolly to Toft Alpaca Farm. This had been inspired not only by a damp conversation with Why Not Alpaca stall-holders at Sedbergh Gala but also by a BBC documentary with a very puffy Kate Humble in Peru. (Sadly I have no idea what she was actually saying because we were watching it on silent in a pub, but I imagine it was full of enthusiasm for these charming animals and their handlers and their resilience in the tough environment etc.)
The guys at Toft have not stinted on their set up – a beautiful showroom and workshop space looking out over rolling hills studded with alpaca-shaped dots as far as the eye can see.
It was all quite idyllic and for a knitter is was bit too exciting: barrels of pure fleece to plunge your hands into, tonal shades of yarn piled high and samples of what your work would look like if you were patient and diligent and not knitting whilst trying to read subtitles.
We had a walk and surveyed the newborns (including a tiny wee thing that had its own high viz jacket) and I have conclusively decided that when I get my field with a yurt there shall also be alpacas.