... whether this particular look expresses a) disdain at my audacity in photographing her; b) disapproval of the truly awful cover of what is otherwise a very wonderful book; or c) disappointment at my less-than-stellar tableclearing skills... It's got cold again here over the last day or so, so she's sleeping on the table rather than under her favourite hollyhock in the garden (she's beaten the soil down flat under that one; better not plant on it...)
But in other news I took delivery of this:
a binbag containing 2.5 kg of Jacob fleece. Freshly sheared, veryvery sheepy, and full of fantastically sticky lanolin... from a sheep which is thriving less than 5 miles away, too...
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