I was sitting, reading my book, when Kizzie wandered over and did that thing. She reached and pressed her head onto my chest. A big hug. A melt in the heart moment. I leaned towards her to nuzzle and inhaled … stinky sheep!
Last week I collected a bag of fleece, freshly shorn and donated to me by a local smallholder. I won’t have time to process it for a few weeks, so stashed it in my studio.
Sigh. She really reeks