You can call me Al

(Al-paca, that is).

Had a run out on the bike and stopped at the Buttercup Tearoom near Tilton On The Hill. The seating area is next to a field with alpacas in it. While we were drinking our tea, three of them, this one and a couple of others, spent most of the time chasing each other up and down a big pile of soil that was in one bit of the field, and whichever one of them was at the top of the heap looked just like they were doing the alpaca equivalent of shouting 'I'm the king of the castle, you're the dirty rascal' at the other two.