It’s not every day that someone suggests that I become a shepherd – more like every week – but I think that I now know why I am being asked. In France a common complaint is that a fair number of shepherds are philosophy students who headed for the hills after the Gaullists won in July 68, and following various elections thereafter. Many excelled at small-scale horticulture of a spliffable nature but were unable to improve on the spectacularly poor performance of Little Bo–Peep, so it not surprising that farmers there are not enthusiastic about yet another arty-farty type bothering their livestock.
In Spain things are different, and it is not uncommon to meet Bulgarian shepherds who charge less than the native variety and who, carefully phrased, are actually prepared to sleep in the mountains with the sheep. Although this is all great news, it is still possible to see the attractions of an Anglo hippy who looks like
- He might do it for nothing and a hut (NEVER mention the satellite dish).
- He doesn’t eat mutton.
- Butchery is beyond him, however much he might be tempted by a portion of shepherd’s pie or cervelle en matelote (which I think they nicked from Mrs B).
Your average Bulgarian shepherd is a hungry fellow.
- Communal herding arrangements in the Pyrenees
The sheep and goats above have just arrived back in Plan from low pastures to spend the summer in the mountains,
- Spurious history: the origins of shepherd's pie
“They impaled children on spits and devoured them grilled”
- Goats, Kofi and the internet
How global government could make some lonely shepherds very happy.
- More mad shepherds
“Their travel preparations involved the slaughter of Jews and of non-ecstatic clerics, as well as the usual catalogue of rape and
- Dr No