Moving in Autumn, and inheriting a vegetable garden that has things ripe for the picking, feels a bit like cheating. As my brothers will confirm, then I’m not one of these principled people who is averse to cheating, so I’m happily harvesting whatever I find and feeling pretty lucky. I blanched the beans incase they were tough (no one like a tough old bean) the cooked with garlic, chili , basil and feta.
Inheriting a couple of sheep, on the other hand, doesn’t feel like such a lottery win. It’s not that I dislike them, I just feel a bit inadequate around them. Which on paper sounds more strange than it did as a thought in my head. I feel like I should be doing more for them – looking after them somehow now they are part of my flock, and yet they don’t seem to want anything so we’re pretty much just ignoring each other. I’m a little worried about them tonight though – it’s pretty wet out there. Do sheep like the rain or are they huddled together in the old tin shelter?