We got up slowly and walked to Albion Street for breakfast, just as everyone else was surfacing. Kath then readied the salmon for the oven and started it on a four hour slow cook while we went for our Boxing Day walk through the fields to the south west beyond Kenilworth Castle. It was cold but sunny with occasional blasts of strong wind in open fields. The aim was to visit an alpaca farm to see their herd, a destination popular with children and adults alike. They're docile creatures, easily led, and can be walked on a lead by families wanting to do something different on their country walk.
Clare and I got within half a mile of the farm and decided to turn back, as Clare felt too tired to go all the way. I took a few photos of a pair of alpacas, and some sheep with long curly horns in a field of their own a long was from the farm. I'd been walking slowly with caution on a track that was muddy and potentially slippery in places, so we lagged behind the others. By the time we got back to the house, the others had been to the farm and returned walking briskly to arrive just after us.
The salmon was perfectly done and was served with a variety of salads and garlic bread at four as planned. Then Viv took her leave of us, hoping to arrive home before it was completely dark. In the evening we watched a movie about a businessman's struggle to get home for Thanksgiving after bad weather cancelled his flight, called Trains Planes and Automobiles. Then we watched a couple of Christmas special editions of a comedy series called 'Motherland' which I'd never seen before. Hilarious mockery of bourgeois 'yummy mummy' lifestyle and culture.
After Clare had done her daily injection, we walked back to the hotel, just after eleven and ready for sleep.
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