They come in both black and white.
Oh look, you can play spot the goat!
Both the goat and donkey were very friendly.
I was more friendly to the donkey, as it didn’t try and eat my scarf.
One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.
In this case Aberaeron
, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.
Dear Reader (or should that be Surfer?, as you’ve probably gathered, I’m a sucker for anything cute…
…on our last trip to the Foxbury Farm shop (which I can’t recommend highly enough), I had the chance to squeal at these chaps/chappesses.