Taking
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.
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View from the tearooms at Shelley |
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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.
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But
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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I
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.
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 . . .
. . . and the contented, fleecy sheep lying below in her green pasture.
I wonder what sheep dream about?
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk
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