Ah.. the season of wooly jumpers. Alright, a complete break from footballers - here’s some sheep that graze a field not far from here: I was up there the other day and thought what a perfect subject to kick off the new year. Okay you see sheep everywhere, we take them completely for granted - little dots of cotton wool slowly working their way around a field. Are they really intrinsically comic? To me they are gentle, placid creatures happy to mind their own business and extremely restful to sit nearby and quietly observe.
These ones are Norfolk Horned - an ancient breed and apparent precursors of the Suffolk Black-Faced strain which are also popular around here -some of Suffolk’s finest medieval towns and villages were built on the back of the wool business.