08/05/2026
A local flock I walk past regularly, always stopping and watching.
The ewe watched me carefully, steady and still, while three lambs did exactly what lambs do. Curious, nibbling, barely able to decide which was more interesting, me or the grass.
When I saw latest posts, I stopped again. Because he had put into words something I have felt so many times standing at that gate, that quiet privilege of being watched by a sheep. Accepted, but never quite trusted.
His painting of a ewe and her lambs in a quiet corner of the Welsh countryside feels very close to this moment. I’d encourage you to go and read his words, they are really rather beautiful.
It struck me too, that this is exactly why I make pottery sheep. That stillness. That watchfulness. That ancient, gentle wildness that is somehow still there in even the most familiar field. 🐑🏺🌿
Warmest woolly wishes, Sarah (The Ceramic Shepherdess)