Whilst sometimes simple words seem to pass me by, it is amazing what can be plucked out of a distant memory!. Driving up into the high hills of Marche last night, around a sharp bend (its always a sharp bend!) came a large flock of sheep led by the leader with a large bell around his/her neck, "ah the bell wether" I said to a surprised Robert, so now you all know, and you too can surprise and impress friends and family, should you be in the same situation surrounded by a flock of pungent sheep.!

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