Perhaps this post should read "RIP Gloria"but that's a bit morbid isn't it! Actually all initially went to plan...she was unfazed by the load up and the journey and the abattoir was exactly what we wanted -a small business that treated them very humanely and everything was hunky dory. I did think that I may chain myself to the gate and have a last minute change of heart on the whole producing meat thing, but actually I was strangely accepting of it all. Anyway, the butcher was expecting delivery on Thursday to make up our 800 sausages for Sunday's festival. It is Saturday morning as I type this and the pig still hasn't arrived. Thankfully the boss of the abattoir is driving it across this morning and the butchers are going to work overtime to get it done for us. Needless to say yesterday was a little manic. Photos of our first ever stall to follow soon.On a happier note we have added to the goat dairy with 2 newcomers - Grace, who Felix has decided is just like a new puppy, is a little handraised Melaan (Australian breed of dairy goat) - she actually thinks she is a dog and James carried her home in the car on his lap - much to his absolute disgust. Felix as you can see runs about with her and feeds her the bottle twice a day and is very taken. The second goat is the British Alpine who looks like some kind of African Gazelle. She climbs the wall when I go near her so not sure how that equates to her ever letting me milk her but we will see - lots of carrots.