My Name is Clare

Clever Sarah (who can claim Neil Gaiman as one of her fans, something which impresses me every time I'm reminded of it) has been doing a series of posts about names.

Yesterday she wrote about Clare, and included a big quote from me about how sheep regularly talk to me. They do though, they do it all the time. And in such plaintive voices, too. "Claaaare," they call to one another across the fells.

I put something in her comments box about the record Clair, by Gilbert O'Sullivan, too. I've been meaning to write about that. It's the lyrics, you see. They're a bit questionable.


___