N MY LAST COLUMN, you may have read my witterings about sheep – my childlike joy in bleating back at them. Sheep gave me good company as I walked our mainland coastline. On a handful of occasions, I rescued particularly adventurous specimens who’d got their chunky heads stuck in fences. One drizzly day in Gwynedd, one memorable ewe expressed her gratitude by ramming
Going to the dogs
Jun 28, 2024
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