To remind everyone that The Downs are available to domesticated animals, a sheep grazing event is held every several years. I must say I had in mind a goodly-sized flock of sheep ranging over a large part of The Downs. What it actually turned out to be were four ewes and four lambs in a small pen tucked under the trees. Not quite the assertion of Commons rights I was looking for, but I took consolation from the fact that they were Welsh Blacks and rather gorgeous looking beasts, especially their black lambs.
I hope the school children who were there at the same time as me were not disappointed. There were distractions in the form of a spinning wheel and a spinner demonstrating wool carding, a fleece to run one's fingers through - lanolin is great hand cream - and the Avon wildlife group to explain the special flora of the Downs and Gorge.
It was worth attending to see one of those oddities of the British countryside that finds it's way into the middle of the city, but I doubt I'll be visiting again.
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