We need to talk about Kevin...

This is Kevin, poor toothless, moth-eaten old soul that he is. He lives in a field at the top of Greenfield and was hand reared as a lamb because something happened to his mum. When the time came for all the other lambs to go off to market  (if you get my drift) the people who lived around the field clubbed together to buy Kevin and he has remained in the field ever since. If you stand at the wall and shout 'Kevin' he runs up to speak to you, although I secretly suspect that if you shouted 'mint sauce and roast potatoes' it would have exactly the same effect. I don't know how old he is but he must be a good age now as I remember taking the boys to see him when they were quite young.