Harry took me to see a sheep farm as they were lambing. He talked about the farm in almost hushed tones, and I thought if the way they parked their cars and tractors was anything to go by (neatly, orderly, side-by-side), they knew what they were doing. The barn inside was yellow and golden, cathedral-like, the space organised into pens containing the sheep. People around, were calm and in control.

The photographs above show a system of visual signs telling the farmer, for example, that a ewe needed special attention (pink rag); a tin can highlights a ewe due to have triplets. Paint identifies how many lambs were due. Out of 800, 3 incorrect was deemed inaccurate (an outside job).

While I was there, someone noticed something, and a sheep was swiftly swiped and a lamb procured. It came out, like a sausage.

Amazing really, in the middle of that golden space. That mess, event.

Afterwards, we went back to cups of tea.