The hungry foxes finished off all the ducks, hens and even the young usurper cockerel down at Rosie’s farm where Mary and I sometimes farm-sit; poor old Harry the grief-stricken pig, too, passed away… but now there is new life in the form of two adorable fluffy baby llamas.

The benevolent old tree in the centre of the field on the hill looks on. When last I looked, just over a week ago, it provided shade and tender grass for the heavily pregnant mothers; no doubt it takes some pride in the proceedings below.