I know, the name is pretty lame. But I do call him sheepie, sheepie. We bought him on our honeymoon in 1998 somewhere up in the Pennines. He travels with me on all trips.
Sheepie Sheepie hanging in the big 4-poster at Rowton Castle Hotel near Shrewsbury.
"Who cares about the fuel strike. I need no petrol. I will stay here and drink cognac and take baths"
**Update July 2006. I recently heard from the Rowton Castle management and they have completly refurbished this bathroom suite. Sadly the lion no longer roars.
Seriously, if you are ever in their neck of the woods, book a room and stay, it is one of the lovliest places I have ever stayed in and the food was fabulous too.
World's ugliest bath. Makes you wonder who wrote this int he hotel promo copy...
"19 full en-suite bedrooms, tastefully furnished with shower, bath"
**Update July 2006. I recently heard from the Rowton Castle management and they have completly refurbished this bathroom suite. Sadly the lion no longer roars.
Seriously, if you are ever in their neck of the woods, book a room and stay, it is one of the lovliest places I have ever stayed in and the food was fabulous too.
If you weren't feeling well when you went into the loo, this would be the last thing you would want to see staring back at you. "On your Knees.....ROAOAOR"
Looking across Chastleton courtyard to the fields beyond. Note the perfectly framed sheepie....
I’d call this quintessentially British, wouldn’t you?
I bet the Daleks wouldn't come calling in this town.
"As Long Compton thou canst not see King of England thou shalt not be. Rise up stick and stand still stone For King of England thou shalt be none; Thou and thy men hoar stones shall be And I myself an eldern tree."
And so it was that the King became the King Stone, his men the King's Men Stone Circle, and his treacherous and conniving knights the Whispering Knights, although some say that the knights were actually at prayer.
(text from here http://www.rollrightstones.co.uk/)
The Stones, and in particular the King Stone, are supposed to have the power to promote fertility. Young women would go to the King Stone at night to touch it with their breasts. William Stukeley in 1743 related a tale of young men and maidens gathering on a certain day of the year to "make merry with cakes and ale."
P.S. I didn't ry this...lol.
Sheepie Sheepie enjoys the view over Ladybower Reservior in the Peak district.
Hey, Hey! Come on. Don't you want this half a buttie from M&S? It's smoked salmon and cucumber. Hey!
Sheepie Sheepie enjoys the beautiful Peak district and attempts to offer a buttie to his long lost relations.
