I love lambs

We used to bring tiny weak lambs into our farm kitchen when I was little, and sit them in a box by the Rayburn, and feed them with a bottle. If they were really struggling to stay alive, we put the box in the stick oven and left the door open.

Last weekend, my daughter-in-law met lambs face to face for the very first time. Brought up in Colorado, and now living in California, she'd never seen a lamb in the fleece. So we sought some out on the fields above Eyam, and she fell in love. My son Isaac shot a video of some lambs and it's her grinning face at the end. Click here to view.