‘We eat them,’ Jim said. ‘Well, not only us, as in my mum and dad and me scoffing our way through the flock, but the general public. What did you think lamb was, then?’ ‘Can’t say I’ve ever given it much thought, if I’m honest,’ Harry said. ‘Like most people, I’m sure. Anyway,
I can remember the time when I was explained about where the lamb Sunday roast came from. I’d always thought as a kid it was just called lamb, but it was the older sheep that were eaten, not the babies. I don’t think ice knowingly touched lamb since.
