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winter2012 038It all started very innocently, if dramatically, by a mass breakout of the ram lambs (but not my favourites : Curly, Curly’s Brother or Wills), from the Little Field, through the thick spiny hedge, on to the main road. Alerted and aided by our favourite Jewsons delivery man, and concerned passers by, we managed to herd the rest of the misfits back into the field with copious amounts of sheeep food. By awesome detective work (wool on barbed wire)  we located the hole that they had made in the hedge and set about effecting repairs. The small ram lambs kept sidling back to see if they could escape again once our backs were turned but were easily shooed away once we had thrown hammers and sickles at them! But there lurked a far greater danger in waiting. An evil brown monster bent on trouble. Like a perverted dirty old man he ambled along the hedge line supposedly minding his own business but obviously pitching for a fight. Being shooed away was not in his game plan as he took the initiative to mount a full scale full on attack. This involved running at us full pelt with horns and knee breaking boulder sized thick head at the ready to do serious damage. Thank fully , Paul is not only a master gardener but fully versed in the wily arts of matedor cape swirling. (all learnt from Strictly Come Dancing ) and was able to deflect the onslaught by dexterous Barbour jacket moves which unnerved the ovine tornado bearing down upon us. A couple of passes and he managed to catch hold of his lethal horns and manhandle him unceremoniously to the ground and sit on him. So far so good but sitting on him was like sitting on an unexploded bomb as the heaving mass of testosterone fuelled muscle quivered in rage. To avoid counter attacks from the young bucks I managed to get them all into the garden field and then grabbed hold of a horn each and  dragged the fuming mass of machismo in with them.

Shaken but not stirred we carried on to check the ewes.

winter2012 039But dark clouds were brewing and it was only a matter of minutes before the boys (led by evil personified , Othello), had broken out of the field again and were up at the house garden looking for trouble. In fact looking for a dear old unsuspecting pensioner, Pat, my mum. Ignoring mum and her enticing bucket of food the devil incarnate knocked her to the ground and set about beating her up. Being a tough old farmers wife , mum managed to grab his horns and drag herself up and away from the battering to alert us to his antics.

Another sackful of sheep food and all were enticed back into their stronghold again.Field now only to be entered with armed bodyguard, cape and pitchfork. But the harsh future is writ large as the date for execution draws nigh .

winter2012 035 It was only later when we discovered what had happenend during his sex fuelled rape and pillage ploy as the poor old sheep sculptures will testify. Horribly abused by hooves and wilful uncontrolled lust they lay scattered and abused on the ground.

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it is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of a cashmere cardigan (ruined by fire 2011 ) must be in want of a new gorgeous cardigan as a new year treat. (sorry Jane !) so reader I bought one (for myself).

more wild,firey  dawn awakenings outside. The colours these days are just Jackson Pollock on a  good day .Being a little tardy this morning , thought I would nip out to feed my sheep in cashmere cardie . Silly and foolhardy mistake as they have such a careless disregard for ones attire as they barrel at a rate of knots through the quagmire and splash mud like demented rally drivers. Blinded by mud and filth, they easily wrestle their nuts from my grasp and feast like maniacs ripping said knitwear on fence .Retire back to house besplattered and in need of dry cleaners. Get changed .

At the risk of sounding like an horrendous cashmere bore I can truthfully say that cashmere is the only thing to wear in the garden. Deliciously warm it really does the  job in insulation and warmth and looks vaguely glamourous as I cultivate my “interesting gardener” look as opposed to living scarecrow.Talking of scarecrows , the Galloping Gardener has recently written a wonderful blog about National Trust scarecrows !

Sparks though are the enemy of  woollen wear of any description. And now burning season is upon us one has to be vigilent of flyaway sparks and cinders which render ones garment a ghoulishly lacy web.Sadly, burning now halted due to driech weather.

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Charge !

or When good animals turn bad !

This is a story about a very amenable and friendly ram (Othello) who turned into a monster ! in this case it isn’t jealousy so much as machismo that has made him into a horror. He is currently up in our top field with the girls doing his ram-ly thang and hopefully in due course his offspring will be the sweetest little lambs ever. But for now we have a problem, and unless one goes into his field armed with at least a suit of armour one is liable to be gored and unkindly treated. With his matador accoutrements in place , Paul is the only one who dares to enter the bullring for the next round of ram butting and aggression. And this is annoying as I cannot get into the field to pet all my favourite girls… having to content myself with the young ‘uns who are in a different field ; Barra’s Little Sister,Mask, and Chocolate.

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Pizza da action

ready for the toppings !

The pizza like the mumma makes or in the case the ever cookingful Paul… gem of a gourmet chef always in the kitchen. Here we have a prime example of his super culinary skills … homemade pizza .

Now ,not only is the wonderful pizza tomato sauce made from our own tomatoes , but Paul also makes his own very special hot pizza oil : garlic, homegrown chillis, black peppercorns, rosemary, oregano, top quality olive oil.

The secret to the amazing tomato sauce is all down to long slow breakdown of tomatoes cooking for hours on end until they are concentrated into a heavenly quintessence of  tomato –yness. Hours later the whole house smells of tomatoes (in a good way I hope) … you can get these amazing candles that smell of bruised tomato  leaves … but why bother when the unsubtle perfume of cooking tomatoes pervades the whole house anyway… our long suffering b and b guests had had a lot to live through this week… starting with the fridge shelf falling mysteriously in the early hours, to impromptu sheep herding (getting roped in ) and the crazy cook at his best !

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or new pin up boy

our new pin up boy

Othello has arrived ! He is our new young ram ! now here he is in the horsebox having tucked into a tasty portion of sheep nuts and an acre of hay before being put into our Long narrow Field with Curly, Curlys Brother and Wills (his new gang). Very friendly he can be lead around on a halter.I am looking forward to seeing what type of woolly lambs he will produce next spring ! he is a bit like a bar of cadburys milk chocolate !

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Rambo and lamb
Rambo and his Lamb

Bebe is here exhibiting in the garden with her rare collection of beautiful and inspirational ceramic sculptures. We have on display a dazzling array of flower forms ,animals, totems and whirlpool and whirlwind  vases which are being shown to their best within our planted beds.

vase

Vase

Bio: Bebe says that nature has always been a major source of inspiration for her. She combines elements from landscapes and objects found , and then simplifies and transforms the initial idea through the creative process into something new.
one of the piggy pair

one of the piggy pair

The Whirl pots are delightful exploring Bebe’s passion for shells and fish and could be enjoyed inside or outside , but anywhere where you can gaze down into the vortex !

vase
vase

These pieces are  assembled from thrown sections of a stoneware clay,altered and impressed with objects she has found and they explore a passion she has for shells and fish.

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Now call me Bo Peep if you like, but last night sheep were just the best ! and not

Curly, Wills and Curly's Brother
Curly,Wills and Curly’s Brother

at all lost or wandering ! they were well behaved in their assigned field (for once)and very very pleased to see me . There are some new kids getting friendly (and friendly, Paul, means they dont get eaten right ?!) let me introduce you to the fearless and patchworked Mask . A gauky lamb from this year  with very long legs and the kind of sheep that would be a super model if she could. Then there is the cutest chunky Chocolat (said in french accent) and I am talking 75% colour of chocolate … she has the sharpest little hooves imaginable and gives you a very good hoof massage on the back ! the old faithfuls ,Birsay (tail wags like dog when stroked)and Barra (paws at you with her hoof for attention) are still wonderful and prima donnas to a tee  .. in fact the whole troupe will be featured in the very rare and hitherto unseen and untried art cinema for sheep entitled  “When Sheep Dare” .. which is to be filmed by Victoria on her forthcoming visit.watch this space ! It is incredible the social circles in which one moves when in deepest darkest sussex.

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