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I was worried last night that Ana would not have settled down with Duc/Valentine. Things started well, but deteriorated. This video shows them tolerating each other – but then at 32 seconds there is the best shot I have seen … Continue reading
As with humans, so with llamas. Babies don’t stay babies for long, and (even though the experience at the time feels otherwise) teenagers don’t stay teenagers for long. Capucine is growing rapidly and developing her very own personality along the … Continue reading
I have commented before on the range of ‘nature’ that surrounds us here. We also often admire the efficiency of French public services from which we benefit. Today, I experienced a conflict between these two good aspects of our new … Continue reading
In which Valentine plays the role immortalised by Steve McQueen (but without the bike) . . . . . On Sunday afternoon, I was peacefully gardening, using earphones and my mp3 player to block out the sound of a group … Continue reading
After a restless night (that’s me rather than Duc and Valentine – as I couldn’t get images of wandering llamas out of my mind, and dreamed of being woken up by an incomprehensible Frenchman shouting something about llamas and destruction), … Continue reading