Arrival was imminent, if not overdue. As I was most eager to meet the new gang members I spent most of last Thursday offering words of encouragement. Helpful little whispers such as “get a move on!” “push, push” and “come on fatty, time to get shifting”. I blame James Herriot. Anyway I was thrilled a couple of days ago when I received notice that not only were there two new rasta lambs, but Gypsy had produced her foal. This morning it was almost too much to bear.