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The unexpected pleasure of gathering cowpats on the pastures of the High Andes

Matthew Parris offers Another Voice

When I was a toddler in Newsham in Yorkshire we had friends at Hilltop Farm, and Mrs Todd used to send me to look for eggs in the boxes by the chicken run. The excitement and pleasure of lifting the lid and finding an egg — or two — in the straw is still sharp in my mind.

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