♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] [ Sheep bleating ] [ Birds squawking ] [ Sheep bleating ] [ Cellphone buzzing ] -Hi, there.
Are you in London?
-I'm in Shropshire.
-Doing all right?
-Yeah, I'm all right.
-Uh, it's been, um...
I've just been waiting by the grave for the sheep to come a little closer.
-Don't mean to keep you.
I was gonna invite you to Cafe OTO, but you're not in range.
-No, I'm here for a while.
Uh, but being here has been really good.
Um, boy, um... Bah, bah, bah, bah.
So what about the sheep?
It's like the -- the -- the more time I spend with them, the more I feel that they know that there are people buried here.
-Do you think animals know anything?
Why would they need to know in order for there to be some kind of intimacy?
-Well, there are these moments when they've, like, stumbled across Mum and Dad's grave and... -Stumbled?
-But, uh, actually [chuckles] I feel that, in some way, maybe they could acknowledge that Mum and Dad are buried here.
-Well, you know, like, there's a kind of... For instance, every Easter, in all the villages of Greece... -Mm-hmm.
-...all of the families go to the graveyards and have extended conversations with the dead.
-But they don't speak back, as far as I understand.
But kind of like in the same way the sheep could know that Mum and Dad are buried here, I feel Mum and Dad know that I'm visiting them.
-[ Chuckling ] Yeah.
Let's talk soon, Toby, eh?
[ Call ends ] [ Birds chirping ] [ Bird squawking ] [ Sheep bleating ] -Hmm.
[ Rain falling ] [ Zipper opens and closes ] [ Thunder rumbling ] -Hello, Toby.
[ Sheep bleating ] [ Bleating loudly ] ♪♪