This has nothing to do with the sheep, but Gary reminded me...
Anyway, there we were in a big field.
Lots of traffic on the road on a Friday afternoon.
Those drivers know what a week end is, but the sheep don't get a break.
This poor guy had some bathroom issues.
"I say, old chap! I'm a mite peckish."
At least he has a wooly coat to keep him warm in the brisk wind.
"Nothing, not even a smackerel?"
Sigh. Back to grass.
And now for something completely different.
I call this Daisyhenge.
Love this old cab!