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Cluster index: Gary Evans

Hefted.

Gary Evans: ‘We’re motoring across the fields and down the track in the dark before dawn. The newborn lamb sits tucked away in my coat, zipped right up, so just her little head peeps out. The wind whooshes in my ears, eyes streaming with the cold. An orphan’s only got a couple of hours.’

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