"A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their clotted bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear.
Sheep in mist. For all the muddy, misty walks ive ever taken. And picking wisps of wool from brambles and keeping it in little wooden match boxes. And the easter holiday on the farm in dorset when i was 7 or