The day started – unusually for Ffarm Fach – in a cacophany of unwanted noise.
There’s an RAF exercise on – & they do like to use West Wales with monotonous regularity, as a practise area (more annoying in a way for us – as we undoubtedly have a better idea than most, about what’s going on!). The roar of combat aircraft boomed overhead almost continually (as it will for most of the week) – with a pair of Typhoons apparently doing circuits over the farm at one point. Tony made the somewhat ascerbic comment, that they were just showing off – as for once they’d managed to launch two, simultaenously!
Meanwhile a couple of the staff from ice cream equipment company Carpigiani had requested a visit to the farm; which Tony had arranged when he’d attended their Gelato University earlier in the month. We had a detailed discussion regarding their thoughts surrounding our process room plans & they even tasted some of my ‘prototype’ ice cream – about which they were very enthusiastic, particularly because of the smoothness & density of the texture, something which a good artisan gelato should have. After a tour of the farm & an opportunity to meet the goats, Richard & Gary left at around 2pm.
Meanwhile Tony’s programme had been unexpectedly rescheduled so I reluctantly had to cancel my anticipated day’s ice cream-making workshop at Alfred & Co’s six hours’ drive away in Retford, tomorrow – a disappointment; but hopefully I will be able to go in the New Year instead; besides which, I have plenty of information on the equipment they provide following Steve’s visit anyway.
However, there are two additional things to aim for in the New Year, now – we are hoping to get to the vast ice cream exhibition (Sigep) held annually in Rimini (Northern Italy) towards the end of January – & to Bologna for a fantastic Gelato University course in February: the icing on the cake so far as our education on the subject would be concerned.
So, dreaming of such excitement, & rather than jumping into the car for my marathon journey I settled down instead to a raft of paperwork followed by the usual evening chores; with Tony doing his customary weekly ‘deep clean’ of the milking parlour whilst I rustled up some supper. He then produced a surprise – a DVD of the third ‘Shrek’ cartoon – but alas, we could not get the DVD player to work. We don’t seem to be having much luck with technology, lately…..especially with those pesky fast jet aircraft still droning overhead!