There are a few smallholdings near here with various animals and birds but my favourite is the one with the chocolate brown alpacas - they are so gorgeous and come right up to the fence to talk to you. Such cuties and so cuddly with the extraordinary Victorian hair arrangements on top of their heads,
Mr Nell always moans about cutting the grass - seems an obvious solution to me. You'd have to have two for comapny, of course.
Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.
The local Alpacas have caused no end of debate with us. They hang out in a field near the M4 so we pass them fairly frequently. They just stand there chewing the cud, looking very laid back but more importantly, they are still. 'Oh look, Alpacas' 'They are not real!' 'They look real to me' 'No, they are not' 'What are they then? Freak sheep?' 'Cut-outs' 'Cut-outs!? Why?' 'I don't know. Farmer's having a laugh' 'I saw one move' 'You only think you did'