2010, we made it.

Contrary to popular belief, we are all still alive and well. Apologies must go out for the lack of blog recently but we've been far to drunk and lazy to concern ourselves with such things. Although we had a relatively quiet and laid back Christmas, new year was a completely different kettle of fish. Or should I say, kettle of Hugh Fearnleys Christmas roly poly pudding. New years eve dinner was an astounding success with 16 of us sat round the table drinking and eating far too much as is essential for events like this. We saw in the new year with a toast to the coming 12 months, hoping for another productive year at the farm. Staying with us, we had Steve, Laura and Maddi, Russel and Lucy, and Gordy. New years eve rolled into new years day and by 9:00am, we had a piglet on the spit cooking away as the snow fell around us. Lunch should have been around 2 but I think it was finally 3:30pm when we served up. To be honest, I'd drunk so much beer by then I really didn't have a clue what the time was. The year started on a bit of a low point as Maddi fell off the sofa and broke her collar bone. Two hospital visits later and she was all strapped up and a lot more cheerful. A quick thanks to everyone who joined us and made the last week a very special time at Chateau Larcombe. The fact that everyone helps out makes the whole thing just fall into place and feel incredibly relaxed. Another year of great events sits in front of us now, the next being our annual house party on the bank holiday weekend at the end of May. We look forward to keeping in touch with everyone throughout the year and wish you all the best for the coming 12 months. PS. It's pretty darn cold here again.