After all that bright Spanish sunlight it is time to feast your eyes on a bucolic English scene, lush moody greenness inhabited by fat succulent sheep, none of which would be possible without our frequent lashings with rain.
I can thank sheep for my first creative passion - all those knitted tea cosies I churned out when I was little. I dread to think how many ended up getting burnt on gas stoves.
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