It’s been a pretty miserable week weather-wise. Dartmoor has been showing off just how many shades of grey she can manage, and it’s a lot more than just 50, I can tell you.
Plodding home from another damp and drizzly walk Rocky and I turned a corner and found just the sight to raise a laugh on a grey old day. Our neighbours alpacas have been shorn again. I defy anyone not to have at least a small snigger, if not a whole-hearted belly laugh.
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