Fernando’s donkeys lived on the farm before we did, and we said they could stay. I never realised how funny, bolshy, and full of character they can be; obviously they’ve never done a day’s work in their lives. I can’t go anywhere without them at my side. They wait for me at the gate, accompany me on walks. Recently they ate the back windscreen wiper off my car, and then the electrician’s car, and they have been getting in the builders’ way. They’ve also stripped a row of grapes, and know how to unlatch all gates, so until the harvest at least they’ve been banished to the field, but I’m looking forward to seeing their faces back at the window again soon.