I went to a church, rather than to church, on Easter Monday, in glorious weather for the fourth day running. The attraction was sheep for, passing St Peter’s, Blaxhall, I recalled that on a previous visit we had found three sheep in a moveable pen, grazing under a management plan drawn up by Suffolk Wildlife Trust to keep the vegetation down on untended parts of the graveyard. There they were – Mabel, Bonny and Mara – three unmistakably Wensleydale ewes. One was ‘doing a Stanley Spencer’, looking as if she were at Cookham, rising from the dead out of a grave  marked by an 18th century headstone.