First, let me get the good news out of the way – I am about to start writing a book about Otter Farm. This is technically incorrect – in that I have already started, but the important distinction between today and yesterday is that someone is paying me to.

This has two important implications - firstly, joy and relief: I have an income that relates directly to Otter Farm. Secondly, what was coming comparatively easily and painlessly from head to hard drive has suddenly become weighted and sluggish: I have a boss. Or at least the notion of a 'boss'.

I am good at this - asking for something, getting it, and making myself unworthy. It is an impersonation of our ridiculous cricket team. I will not be like our ridiculous cricket team.

I feel comfortable sharing the good news with you, dear regular reader, as you know I am equally forthcoming with the cockups and disasters. The flood this time last year, was pretty impressive - a once in 40 year sluice out for the area, many of the almonds dying... I could go on, but I should try to retain at least a veneer of success and professionalism.

The book will be called 'A Taste of Otter Farm' and should be out this time next year.

Here's a picture to spruce things up a bit.