Thanks for that, I missed the series, and I had forgotten her name, and of course, she's here in Yorkshire. I'm off to borders after this e-mail to find the book: If not, I'll be back for your kind offer.

One of my problems is that these farmers are all people I drink with, and this is the take they have on it:

Once he's tasted blood (which as far as I know, he hasn't) you can't do anything, you'll have to have him put down.

Stick him in a pen with four rams, he'll never look at another sheep in his life.