Yesterday there was a bleating sound disturbing the sleepy afternoon peace at Hotel Djenne Djenno. A lamb had strayed from its herd and made its way into the courtyard. We carried it outside the gates in the hope that it would soon find its mother again, but within minutes it had returned, clearly enjoying the hotel garden. We carried it out again, and it returned.
Finally I became all maternal and picked up the little thing. I carried it around with me all afternoon and cancelled the riding session with Napoleon. I went as far as to order a baby bottle to be sent over from the pharmacy. And then, just as we were getting on so well and enjoying bonding and quality time together a Fulani sherpherd arrived and sadly claimed his lamb back!