This is meat valley, the larder of Britain. It is eerily quiet in the surrounding lanes. Only the buzzards circle. There's no noise. The wildlife knows something has gone horribly wrong.
Floral carpets line the lanes, doused in disinfectant.
A rambler here would be lucky to end up in the stocks. Because of the ban on movement, we've had to leave the ewes in the snow on the hills to lamb. You want to take duvets out for them. Stephen Whitley, like many farmers, has diversified to keep Corrymoor Farm going. He sells socks made from wool from his Angora sheep and is terrified that they may have to be shot.