Chocolate covered raisins. Because they always remind me of this:
'What's that?" said one of the school kids I was talking for a walk over Rhossili Down on the Gower, pointing at a pile of sheep droppings.
I pretended to pick one up, put a chocky raisin in my mouth and chewed with a quizzical expression on my face as the kids "grossed out" (their words)
"Too nutty for Swaledale," I said, "I reckon its Welsh Mountain Black."
'What's that?" said one of the school kids I was talking for a walk over Rhossili Down on the Gower, pointing at a pile of sheep droppings.
I pretended to pick one up, put a chocky raisin in my mouth and chewed with a quizzical expression on my face as the kids "grossed out" (their words)
"Too nutty for Swaledale," I said, "I reckon its Welsh Mountain Black."