A variety of coloured dots have been appearing on the backs of the ewes on the farm. We’re halfway through breeding season and for sheep this is known as tupping. Our next door neighbour, who is the shepherd on the farm, is scathing. She complains that the rams have got one job to do all year and they’re all skin and bone by the end of it.
In comparison to the poor old rams, my day’s activities seem a bit feeble. Today I have wrestled with the colour green. My wrestlings led to a group discussion in the studio about the difficulties of green. What do you think? If you were a spider would you want to live here?