Alpacas at the North Devon Show
Yesterday we had an early start. Very early.
Mike wanted to be there first thing. I was shaken awake with threats of duvet being ripped away. Again. And despite my protestations that the 8.00 a.m. doors opening was meant for the animals, not us.
In the end we left home about three quarters of an hour late. We pulled into the showground car park to be directed across a very large field. In the dim distance I could see about one row of cars. As it turned out, we were among the first to arrive.
Alpacas seem such gentle animals, even if they can kick. And spit.
They tend to be nervous and need the company of others, these two particularly so. In the presence of any ‘threat’, a screaming kid or even Mike’s camera, they would retreat to the back of their pen and twine their necks in the most endearing way.
A gorgeous Jersey calf, difficult to photograph with a very protective Mum
Fluffy faced sheep
Couldn’t miss these guys. Indian Runner ducks
Peafowl, doing their best to hide in the decorative backdrop to their pen.
The leaves were also providing some shade. It turned out to be quite a hot day.
Plenty to watch in the arenas… tractor pull
Food halls groaning with produce and other locally produced fare.
Mike made a beeline for these..
It took a while..
I retreated back to the alpaca tent.
I found a local supplier of alpaca yarn. It is so unbelievably soft. If that doesn’t get me back to knitting I don’t know what will.
By the time we left, that very large car park was filled to the back.
95% of the visitors had arrived later than us and yet more were still coming through the gate.
UK Prime Minister David Cameron was among the early spectators too. I’d have looked out for him if I’d known. But I didn’t. And anyway, by then I’d already found the flower tent.