up early again so that I could complete the chores before hurrying off to the weekly Welsh lesson. Today we learned how to say where he or she lives; examining the third person rather than ‘I do this, I do that’ etc.
I called in at the veterinary surgery afterwards in the hope there would be someone available with whom I could discuss Morganna’s udder, which frustratingly still isn’t right; the main mastitic lumps appear to have pretty much dissipated but there still appears to be a large internal abscess remaining stubbornly in the rear upper section of the affected side. Alas, however; all the vets were out on call.
I returned home to an afternoon of sunshine, an ideal opportunity to undertake a miscellany of small outdoor tasks which I reluctantly conceded really needed addressing, as I had been hoping to have an excuse to stay in & do some cheesemaking.
I was slightly delayed by an email from the editior of the magazine for which I write – the informative & entertaining ‘Smallholder’ (& I’m not just saying that!): a researcher from BBC Two had been in touch, in search of artisan food producers throughout the UK on which to do a TV series. Having spent some time back in August with a producer from BBC Bristol on the same subject, I wondered whether the two projects were related & discussed this latest prospective programme with the researcher, Chloe. It appeared I was correct although the original idea for the series has apparently changed radically (again). Ironically it transpired that she would have been interested in viewing the footage of us, which was filmed here the day Inge visited – however the tapes were inadvertently recycled! I did give her some information on resources such as the marvellous Food Centre Wales so that she could perhaps glean more on a wide variety of artisan foods, from there.
Tony arrived home from his trip to T’blisi in Georgia, fairly early in the evening; fired with enthusiasm as he’d productively spent his two ‘down’ days in the hotel developing a Process Map outlining our Project Plan for constructing the Dairy Complex. Armed with copies of his work, we set off in the hope of finding a tavern where we could enjoy a light meal together & discuss our plans – however the ‘Nag’s Head’ was still closed; & to our dismay the ‘Three Horseshoes’ in Cenarth was also shut, as the bar area was being remodelled. Indeed, when we popped our head round the door, John the Landlord sighed & shook his head, saying with cheeky wink, “Ah, these rugby fans – they can be sore losers…!” as we gapingly surveyed the devastation. So food was off the menu – unless we wanted sawdust in our sausages, or woodchips rather than the potato variety! However, their charming little adjacent tea shop had been modified with a temporary bar – so we decamped to the snug Thatched House with our paperwork to discuss matters over a drink before resigning ourselves to a snack meal at home of cheese & biscuits – including a wonderfully sticky Mountain Gorgonzola, a chunk of spicy Y Fenni & some crumbly Lancashire to salve our disppointment. One of these days, you never know, we might find an inn that’s actually open for once, in these parts…!