Yesterday I got my sheep clipped and, as you can see, Mark, the shearer, went above and beyond the call of duty. This is him carrying Big Girl, my beautiful, but woefully wayward black Bluefaced Leicester. After I had given up all hope of ever getting her to cooperate this year, Mark and his shearing partner, Gareth, with dog, Kim, managed not only to catch her (no mean feat, she is a nightmare!), but, between them, they carried her the 300 yards back to the shearing pens - all 85 kilos of her (that's over 13 stones for those of you still working in the old money!). Now, that's what I call a clipping service!
Woolly-minded shepherdess treading softly through the world.