In Green Pastures

Friday, 19th August 2005

sheepTaking the mums out for the morning, we try out the tearooms and ice cream parlour at at a farm at Shelley. It's the sort of place you expect to come across on holiday - a real country tearooms - but this is just 20 minutes drive from home.

farm, Shelley

View from the tearooms at Shelley

sketches of a sheep

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On our way back, we call at Thorncliffe Farm Shop at Emley. While the mums and Barbara browse the produce on offer, I sit by the wall in the car park and start drawing the clouds (above). Then I think, well, I could draw clouds at home, so I cross the road and sit on a drystone wall and start drawing this sheep.

It looks up with at me and I think it - I should say 'she' - is going to trot off down the slope and join the loosely scattered herd.

 

sheepBut no, she doesn't think I'm much of a threat and she stays sitting there, chewing, looking relaxed and ruminative and turns back to survey, through half-closed eyes, the green pastures and distant woods and the other members of her social group quietly grazing.

Really, it doesn't seem such a bad life. Wish I could acheive such ovine centring and be at peace with wherever I find myself in space and time.

Come to think of it, I do feel that when I'm involved in drawing, as I am now.

Can it be that sheep are the only animal that some economist hasn't worked out a way of rearing in an intensively controlled shed somewhere?

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sheepsheepI could easily become vegetarian but if every one decided to do the same, sheep would just die of old age. If I could believe that every sheep could have as contented a life as this one, then I wouldn't mind eating a lamb casserole, in fact I do eat lamb casserole, that's one of my signature dishes out of a very limited repetoire.


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Mutton is largely a natural product. I'm sure there are various nasty chemicals involved in keeping them pest free (a farmer's wife once told me that every sheep you buy should be supplied with a free spade because they have a habit of keeling over and dying) but basically all a sheep consists of is converted grass, and all the grass is made from is the elements available for free on this hillside: water, air, sunlight and elements from the soil. So there's a real relationship between the flock of contented fleecy cumulus clouds, trundling slowly from west to east in the sky above . . .

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. . . and the contented, fleecy sheep lying below in her green pasture.

I wonder what sheep dream about? Next Page

Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk