The final part of Missy’s journey to find her forever home.
Part ONE – County Kerry, Ireland. August / September 2012
I don’t remember much of how it all began, mummy says that’s a good thing.
My earliest memories are of anger, hunger and fear, of my tummy rumbling and bubbling, of shame when I messed.
One night I remember being the scariest night in my short life, a monster of a storm, the thunder roared, it sounded like it was getting closer, coming for me, I needed to hide, the humans were shouting, one had me by the collar and I was thrown roughly into a van. I squeezed my eyes shut and took my mind to another place.
It had been quiet for a while, I thought that I was alone, I didn’t dare open my eyes.
“Hello beautiful, how have you got here?” I didn’t dare open my eyes.
I felt myself being untied and carried, the human was gentle and her voice, a quiet song, but still, I didn’t dare open my eyes.
Several days passed, they put food close to me, it smelt delicious but my tummy bubbled and I couldn’t eat it, they stroked me gently and whispered that I would be just fine, I couldn’t believe them.
Slowly I dared to open my eyes.
The humans were so excited, they talked and whispered that maybe I would pull through, that maybe I would start to eat, that maybe I was leaving the trance-like state, maybe I’d be ok.
I started to believe them, they wanted to give me a name! I heard the humans talking, giving their ideas for a name that would be worthy of me.. I think they got that muddled up, I’m sure that must have been deciding if I was worthy of a name! I was very nearly called Ribbons, I thought it was the best name I’d ever heard, it was going to be my name!
It was decided that to call me Ribbons because I was so so thin, skinny ribbons, would be a reminder of my start in life, so no, the name was not worthy.
Then the man that worn the blue overalls noticed that my ears and my nose weren’t very collie like, I felt panic, my tummy started to bubble again, I’d been found out, I wasn’t a proper collie and wasn’t worthy of a name, I squeezed my eyes shut again.
In our quest to be a bit different, the idea of the Llama Lodge was born.
Originally the ancient wine press, the brick and wood building is reminiscent of an alpine chalet. The Llama Lodge fits in perfectly with our offering of unusual and quirky places to stay at Loire Valley Llama Farm Stay. It has a stylish kitchenette / living room downstairs, then up the handmade staircase and through the hatch you enter the cosy and romantic bedroom with views across the valley to the front and of the llamas grazing at the rear.
At the front of the llama lodge is it’s own garden with table, chairs and a barbecue. The lodge has its own private shower room with shower cabin and separate sink.
Work is still underway, but will be finished in the next few weeks, a long time ahead of our re-opening in April for Summer Holiday Season 2020!
Have a look at all our unusual accommodations here
Today was a great day that found the treasure I have been patiently waiting for.
Today we went to a riverside brocante in Montsoreau, a beautiful French town that sits next to the Loire. Our favourite days out are finding Brocantes and searching for treasure.
The drive from the llama farm to this particular town is just under an hour, it is a wonderful journey, the views start with the Apple farms of our area in Sarthe. We always take the country roads as they take us through many pretty villages. We drove through pine forests and the fields changed to different crops including a poppy field that was spotted with red as the poppies are not yet in full bloom, but will soon be blood red. As the Loire became closer, every field was filled with grape vines, growing to become the wine that the area is famous for. We took the latticed iron bridge which brings us out opposite the Mushroom caves. We didn’t go there today, but they have a museum to learn about the many mushrooms grown there and a cave dwelling restaurant.
Parking is tight on Brocante day, so we parked at the champignon cav, and walked the short distance to the centre ville.
The brocante stalls here rival the best we have seen but the setting is by far the most beautiful. Hundreds of stalls selling real antiques; mirrors, frames, tables, chairs, carts, chests, and much more…..and jewellery.
Some of you may remember that back in February, Nigel asked me to marry him, of course I said yes but we didn’t have a ring, I was set on the idea of a preloved ring from a Brocante, but hadn’t found one I liked. Today in one of the most beautiful places I have been, set beside the river Loire, a cheeky little pink sapphire and diamond ring sparkled at me. Needless to say, Nigel bought it for me and placed it on my grubby farmer finger!
After a quick celebration drink, we returned home to all our beloved animals and another glass of wine… it will be a perfect end to a perfect day ???? ????