We are used to Dutch orderliness: Exact locations, not somewhere-on-a-route-somewhere-else.
It was lovely.
Lots of pigs who like to be scratched, cows, geese, goats, chickens, 2 shaved llamas - ridiculous-looking, a couple of horses, a yak which must suffer in the heat, and a gazillion birds.
And 3 donkeys.
I've always wanted a donkey.
In fact, when we moved from Durban to Pretoria back in the 80s, I dreamed of owning a donkey.
No sissy-horse for me, thankyouverymuch.
But I digress.
Here is the llama:
The boys quickly stripped off their shirts (40 degrees out in the sun).
Son#3 was visibly reddening very quickly.
This was termed 'The Great Chicken Escape' by Son#1:
Quite a coup/coop.
After we visited all the animals - Son#3 was terrified of everything that made a sound - we sat down at the restaurant, cokes, lots of water, ice creams.
The boys played with trains, cars and bikes.
Whined for pony rides which were refused.
Then a gorgeous drive back to Cazo, with the wind in our hair.
Son#3 went for a nap.
The boys went off to play with Nichola and Pierique, the village kids.
The husband and I booked 3 days' stay at a holiday resort in Agde.
Just for the hell of it.
And it has air-conditioning.
Tonight ice cream in Saint-Chinian, or to Minerve, if we feel like it.
Sigh.
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