The ram lowers its head and charges.
Pieces of sheep soar majestically into the air as I gun the motor, throw back my head and roar my defiance. The whey faced shepherd stares, horrified as the legless trunk loops into the passenger seat, the satanic yellow eyes still open, the image of the onrushing Bentley insignia [...]
The Bentley purrs through the Yorkshire Dales, devouring the miles, closer and closer to what? Closure?
The anger burns brightly these last thirty years, driving me onwards. Slowing down to negotiate the hump back bridge, scattering sheep across the moor. The lowering sky, the stone chapel. a fine drizzle descending on the heads of this handful [...]
