We go for an inspirational lunch (local fish cooked in chestnut leaves, followed by lemon sorbet in Prosecco) to a place of outstanding natural beauty - with blue-green mountains, emerald grass and rainbow flowers dotted around the meadows.
And this donkey.
We love him! (And Rachael was feeding him handfuls of sweet grass).
I realise that we don't know what he's called and perhaps I should have asked his name - unless anyone would like to suggest one?
