The Sheep told me to do it…
Now, where was I….
Oh yes, Salisbury - where Peter, and new friend Colette, ended up spending the night near the cathedral and where Peter was told he was going the wrong way, by a sheep.
Today they’re on the run again on stolen horses, sleeping in an abandoned cottage somewhere near Oxford, and heading roughly North but trying to avoid any sheep on the way because most of the Flock are under the control of the Ovine brethren.
Colette doesn’t want to learn to knit, but she can cook….
Almost 18,000 words done and a third of the way to the finish line of 50,000.
