New Year New Start....Even if it's a bit late

Wednesday, 29 January 2014  | 



I’ve been told that the average New Year’s resolution lasts just ten days. Well, I’m horrified and surprised by this: it’s a slur on our characters and grossly unfair. Such cynicism also underestimates the level of resolve of the Northumbrian goat keeper. We’re a tough breed, battling Whistling wind, Bare fields and driving rain on a regular basis to tend our herds. Oh, and it’s also wrong, by the way. My resolution lasted less than 24 hours.

Before I’d even taken down the tangle of Christmas lights, unblocked the pine needles from the hoover and removed dangerous weaponry from the boys’ bedrooms, I’d promised myself, and anyone else who would listen, that I was going to start writing a proper blog. 

A new year would mark a new start, I said, to the backs of my boys as they removed wet wellies, piling them into a sodden heap at the back door. It will help people understand our lives and lives of our goats, I said to the dog as it pulled burrs out of its coat onto the kitchen floor. It will tell the world about our wonderful yarns, new crochet and knitting patterns and the events we are attending, I said to my husband as he came to me with an armful of unravelling knitting which he had found, for reasons I still can’t explain, in the washing machine.

Bolstered by their unswerving support, I felt a warm glow of satisfaction seep through me, as I headed for my laptop, determined to make a start. The next four weeks passed in a blur of feeding (family, relatives, friends and animals), bedding (humans and animals), school lists and lost rugby boots; all accompanied by what seemed the constant drumming of rain on roofs and windscreens.

But today the sun has come out. I’m organising the first shearing for the Angora goats and the cycle of mohair production begins again. Some of the girls are heavily in kid so shearing needs to be done - very gently – while they can still bend in the middle and move for the shearer. I can’t wait to get my hands on the luxurious fleeces so I can start the process of spinning and dyeing the yarn.

I’ll keep you up to date on how it all goes. Keep an eye on my Facebook page for up to date photos of the goats and the events in their (and our) lives. The dark days of winter are still with us, but the Angora year begins. So, in a sense, it is a new year…and I have made a new start.