“When my husband suggested heading to Belfast for a spot of shopping and lunch, I nipped upstairs to pop some nice clothes on”, recalls Pamela Houston, 51. “I guess I should have known something was awry when he told my daughter, Poppy (then 15) and I to pick up our wellies on the way out of the house.”
“Little did we know, but his plan for our shopping day was to visit a nearby herd of alpacas with a view to buying one to keep our horse, Zara, company.
