Yesterday morning Mary and I took Roland to visit Rosie down on the farm. You may remember that last year I painted a mural on the inside of the American Air Streak caravan in the garden; that was when I fell in love with the farm, and the dogs, and the llamas.

Sadly, the littlest llama, hand-reared and beloved by all, died this week at the tender age of two and a half. We girls all shed a few tears and talked llamas (as you do when you visit a farm with llamas) and then Mary and Roland went for a wonderful walk in the top field from where they looked across the valley to the sea while Rosie and I talked about new paintings for the Air Streak caravan.