There is a particular kind of magic in travelling home after dark in December.

Windows glowing against the night. Strangers carrying parcels. A city briefly softened by the promise of Christmas.

Everyone seems to be going somewhere, and each person carries a story we will never know.

Perhaps that's why the journey home can feel as lovely as the welcome waiting at the end of it.

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These are imagined, digitally created scenes, rather than photographs of real visits by our alpacas.