From Kate Goldstone
I wonder whether my use for New Scientist qualifies as one of the most unusual? I am a volunteer shepherd, or lookerer, for Brighton and Hove council. The sheep I look after are pretty tame and don’t run away as I approach. Part of my job is to check if any of them are limping, which means I have to make them trot. Flapping my hands doesn’t work: they just stare at me, perplexed. I’ve tried flapping a book at them, and a newspaper. They ignore me. But when I wave a copy of New Scientist in their faces, they run…
Brighton, West Sussex, UK
