But why wet wool?
In a busy world of amazing sights, sounds and smells a place where dreams may not always come true and where nothing is ever quite what it seems, perhaps we could slow down a little, make some time to take a lighter look at life, sampling the simpler issues; family, work, music, food, literature, personal finances, health and anything else that comes to mind.
It rained and rained. I thought it would never stop. I dashed the 50 yards from the field to the house. I had on my favourite tweed jacket, the one with the leather elbow-pads. When it got wet, it smelled funny
Just like wet wool
we just turned our backs to feed some more and then……