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Photo of the week: 16 Apr 2002, no.8
Every Sunday one of
my photographs and the story behind it
Every couple of years in the Spring we get lambs in the field at
the top of the garden. One year there was a special lamb... Whenever
I went up there, it would come over to to me and let me stroke its woolly head.
Animals usually like me (it's just men I don't get along with!), though lambs
tend to be timid. Perhaps this particular one had been bottle-fed by the farmer
and so was more used to people?
But, you know how this story is going to end. One morning I went up there and
they had all gone...
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