OK, that’s a worry dealt with.

As batch 1’s ‘big day’ gets closer, so the number of unresolved issues seems to build. What are we going to do with all this pork that’s about to land on our doorstep? What’s the cutting list going to look like and how will we stop it getting so hopelessly complicated that we can’t sort through it with the butcher? How on earth do we get consignments of juicy chops, succulent joints and scoffable sausages safely to those folks who have shown an interest in purchasing supplies from us? And more importantly than all of that stuff, how the hell do we take our pigs to slaughter in the first place?

With our previous sorties into the world of pig-keeping we always had the help and guidance of a good friend who, along with a wealth of experience and seemingly endless supplies of patience, also had a rather handy livestock trailer which he was happy to lend to us as and when we required it. Given that we’re now at the other end of the country, it seems a bit much to be asking the redoubtable Mr Bryan (aka Seabass) to pop down with his trusty Ifor Williams, and so yesterday the bullet was firmly bitten as we finally purchased a trailer of our very own. A proud moment in any would be micro-farmer’s journey toward self-sufficiency and one that rather confirms we’re in this for the long-haul.

So, the Yarner Lodge livestock charabanc is up and running, which means there’s one problem at least which won’t induce any further 3am ‘wake up in a panicky sweat’ moments. No doubt though, there’ll be plenty more waiting just around the corner…