Apart from going to the supermarket this morning I've been in all day working on a few commissions. I decided I needed to get out of the flat so I jumped on my bike and cycled down the road to the Collingwood Childrens' Farm where I found a field of African goats, their goaty smell wafting into my nostrils.
I then found a field of very woolly sheep, they were a little less pungent. Thats not to say I don't like a good strong goat smell. I can smell it now even, it's been left on my hand after rubbing a goat's forehead.