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Alright Treacle!

Alright Treacle!

Has anyone seen that car advert that features the goat with attitude? The tag line is “Born Confident” and this pretty much sums up our youngest goat, Treacle!

A Quirky Llama Farm Stay…

A Quirky Llama Farm Stay…

New for Summer 2020: What have we been up to? The Llama Lodge is nearly complete! It’s private shower room looks superb! There will be no LLAMA dramas, with the brand new kitchen installed. (read more below…) Llama Farmer Academy! ~ We will soon be 

An Unusual holiday in France

An Unusual holiday in France

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

Farm Stay Holiday in France!

Farm Stay Holiday in France!

We are excited for Summer 2020! Loire Valley Llama Farm Stay re-opens on 1st April 2020 for Glamping in the Lotus Belle Tents, Luxury in the Llama Lodge and stop overs in the Old Barn Rooms. Contact us for availability, prices or just to say 

Baby goats are well scary!

Baby goats are well scary!

Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell? closer, Let me whisper in your ear….. Baby goats are well scary! I know this to be true as I have witnessed the fear that they instil, and the terror that is evoked by 

Finding Treasure!

Finding Treasure!

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 ???? ????

Getting to know you…

Getting to know you…

It has been bought to the attention of this Llama Mama that despite lots of posts, videos and photos, the Loire 7 (our llamas) have not been properly introduced! We must rectify this as soon as possible, as for all I know, you could all 

It’s all about the Llamas

It’s all about the Llamas

There is not much missing from our life on our Llama Farm, but there has been something that I haven’t been able to put my finger on. It’s been bugging me since we first moved to the farm in June last year. It was on 

Carpool Cacophony

Carpool Cacophony

Back in September I was scrolling through Facebook, as you do, when a post by @LesAmisdesAnimaux caught my attention. Looking for a forever home were 2 kittens, they not only wanted a home but also wanted a dog, I should have know at that moment how demanding these two were going to be!

As chance would have it, we had been talking about getting 2 cats, we finally felt it was time (read Blog A Tail of 2 Kittens) and we also have 2 dogs, one of which, Missy our Collie, had been on at us for ages to get another cat… careful what you wish for Missy Moo!

So I immediately responded to the post asking if the kittens were still available, The answer came back yes and that they were in the Dordogne. Disappointed as I thought the kittens would have been an ideal fit for our family, I let the rescue know that I was a long way away in Sarthe, Payes de la Loire, and couldn’t leave the farm and the Llamas for that length of time to drive down and collect.

The rescue were keen for us to take the Kittens, so amazingly within a few hours a covoitureur had been arranged for the following week by volunteers and fosterer’s of the rescue to transport the kittens across France to their new home with us. All I had to do was drive just south of Tours to an Aire and collect.

In the meantime, the rescue had been contacted to assist with transporting 5 feral kittens north to Caen as they had found forever homes in the UK. Yep you’ve guessed it, our little carpool for my soon to be kitties was becoming a big, slightly stinky, hissy covoitureur.

I agreed that I would take the 5 UK bound kittens from the collection point south of Tours, to an Aire North of Le Mans where I would meet Kim (the lovely lady who had found the kittens, paid for them to be sterilised and found homes for them in the UK) She was travelling from her home in the UK that day.

Cue the big day, I set up google maps to find the collection point and arrived just 5 minutes late, google had become confused at the entrance to the paege… yes google not me, I took my paege ticket, stored it in the glove box and within a couple of minutes met the lovely June for the kitten handover.

We have a Citroen Jumper Van and having done a little bit of stacking magic, I managed to secure all 7 kittens into the cab and we were on our way.. now at this point things started to go less smoothly. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing my new kitkats, maybe it was the lack of oxygen caused by the overwhelming stinkyness of kittycat poo poo, maybe it was that with every “challenge” I faced I became slightly more hysterical and my brain function reduced to barely functioning… I don’t deal with stress well!

Just as I pulled out of the Aire, the indicator thingy that’s in the wing mirror decided to jump out of it’s fitting, travelling at 70mph the flipping thing was smashing about in the wind, all I could do was wind my window down, grab hold of it and drive one handed until I could safely pull over… As this early stage my anxiety was rising, I mean who wants to be driving with your window part down when you have a cab full of 7 kittens in crates secured by someone else…

At last I saw the exit of the paege, relief was swiftly followed by panic. The flipping toll ticket was in the glove box, in front of which was a mountain of carefully stacked, jigsaw like cat baskets. Right, this will not beat me, I pulled up to the unmanned booths, pressed the button and explained I had lost my ticket… No problem the voice came back, pay the displayed fee. WHAT! a fee of over €50 was displayed. Non! I have been on the toll road for just one junction, but she would not budge on the fee. Right… wait…. I will find that ticket I’m not paying €50.

At this point I had about 5 cars queued behind me, all staring at my British number plates… anxiety upped a notch, whilst I tried to re arrange all the cat baskets, on a flipping motorway, without any of my precious charges escaping, having been lucky enough to be rescued and find homes…. women of a certain age will understand the hot flush that this bought on, my brain was frying and I could barely think straight (for those about to comment, I did have the presence of mind to do this juggling act with the doors and windows closed… no kitkat was losing its chance of a forever home on my watch! Having all the windows and doors shut also dulled the now frequent horn bipping of the inpatient drivers stuck behind the stupid English woman with the tomato face.

So eventually I found the stupid ticket and inserted it into the machine, now I am not embellishing my story here, but the machine swallowed my ticket, honestly I could not believe it.. I told the voice in the machine what had happened and I could tell she didn’t believe me, like I said I didn’t believe it myself so couldn’t blame her. Brain fog, my hot flush and the fact I can’t really speak French anyway, stole any last chance I had of communicating with the voice and so I resorted to my last hope, my trick up my sleeve that has helped me out so many times in the past…. I sobbed! Luckily the voice had good hearing and heard my cry over the horn bipping of the inpatient drivers stuck behind the stupid English woman with the tomato face, the voice reduced my fee to €10, this was still more than I should have paid but I had some sense left to accept her kind offer.

Now I am not normally an abuse throwing person, but as I climbed back in the van (yes to top it all I had to stand on display to everyone throughout this ordeal due to stupid right hand drive) I mouthed an extremely rude word at all the inpatient horn bippers, although they probably didn’t understand as I don’t know any french rude words.

There is more to this story, but I don’t think you would believe it. Can someone really end up driving south for nearly a hour when they are meant to be going north? (the answer is yes by the way, remember my brain was fried) and can the person for next handover really drive from Caen to La Mans thinking that they will just happen across the meeting place (again the answer is yes, although is impossible to be miffed at kind cat rescuing woman)

And are the kitkats worth all this stress? of flipping course they are! 

Chewing over the Cud

Chewing over the Cud

For anyone that has ever wondered where the expression chewing over the cud comes from… Now our Llamas are a very social bunch, they always stick together and do not like to be apart from each other. Being amongst them in the field and listening