It's Easter, which means it must be lamb: seeing them, on a couple of trips to the Dales*, and - in about 45 minutes - eating one.
And also, thanks to my father's introducing me to the Desmond Carrington show on Friday night on Radio 2 , listening to them. I give you The Singing Sheep:
*One of which yielded no fewer than 8 unread Georgette Heyers in a book sale.
And also, thanks to my father's introducing me to the Desmond Carrington show on Friday night on Radio 2 , listening to them. I give you The Singing Sheep:
*One of which yielded no fewer than 8 unread Georgette Heyers in a book sale.