Yes, they were everywhere. Littering the countryside with their round, wooly, languid bodies and varied bleating. Somehow, I’d have missed the sheep if they hadn’t been so plentiful and apparent, because it made England feel much more like….England. Of course, I’ve always believed in ‘storybook’ endings and present day ‘fairytales’ so….why not enjoy the very ‘British’ idea of sheep 🙂 I expected them to be more skittish than they were, but they would often stare at me curiously…unmoving, as I passed over their territory from one sheep-filled pasture to another.
Sheep: Constant Neighbors
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Pepper Basham writes Blue Ridge romances sprinkled with grace and humor. She is a regular contributor of Christian Fiction Online Magazine and blogger at The Writer's Alley. A mom of five, speech-language pathologist, crazy-hat wearer, and lover of chocolate, you can find her chatting about life or giving book reviews on her personal blog, Words Seasoned with Salt. Pepper is represented by the classy and prolific Rachel McMillan of the William K Jensen Literary Agency View all posts by pepperbasham