Anyway. Last year my lovely OH Steve (who doesn't get nearly enough credit for quietly enabling me) bought me a llama walk for Christmas, and this Wednesday was when I got to go. And everything conspired to make it the most wonderful day... the fog that had prevailed lifted, the temperature was a ridiculous (for North Yorkshire in December) 13 degrees, the sun shone...and there were llamas! (For reference, we went to Nidderdale Llamas, which I can thoroughly recommend), and we walked around the dales... with llamas! Although I had an alpaca, called Paddy, so not a llama, but basically the same only smaller and cuddlier and with more fur.
|I am the one on the right. Slightly less furry and a lot less cuddly|
|It's like the Little and Large of the camelid world|