EVEN NOW I CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE I HAVE ARRIVED HERE...
with a thriving business selling the most heavenly socks and a small herd of Angora goats who look as bemused about it all as I am.
It all started 20 years ago, when I was filming a TV documentary in the west of Scotland and came across what looked like six bedraggled sheep but were in fact long haired goats, Angora goats. They had been imported from Texas by a farmer hoping to cash in on the rising price of Mohair. What he hadn't reckoned on was the Scottish climate. An Angora goat's natural habitat is mountainous, cold and dry, certainly not wet. They originate from the high Himalayas.
In short the goats were looking for a new home. I had just moved into a 200 acre farm on the edge of the North Yorkshire moors and had a large dry barn where, in the blink of an eye, six goats suddenly turned into thirty (thanks to my two determined boy goats, Bert and Willy). I then had to begin the serious business of getting to know them all.