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As soon as she saw me approach the gate, Mrs 42 came running towards me, baaaaaing loudly.
Maybe she was just feeling protective about her newborn, maybe she doesn't like photographers, or maybe she knew I had lamb chops in the fridge, ready to put under the grill once I'd got another last minute PAD.
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