I asked Daisy to go and hug the Minions for me.
She said they all came running.
Albie is still a little yak-ish.
Tiddles is hanging onto his winter coat (can’t you tell, we brush them endlessly!)
But Newt is the hairiest yak of them all.
They will be left until I come home. It is not that warm in Shetland and their fur will fall off when it needs to.
And no one seems to mind.
Darling Lambie. I miss everyone too.