Call me paranoid, but I swore the sheep on the right was conversing with the
one on the left – and they were talking about yours truly. Others turned up and
they all stared me out. I felt like an intruder and moved on.
|The long climb up Beddlestead Lane.|
|My bike at the bottom of Hesiers Hill.|
|A fun dog show at Knight's Garden Centre – better than one|
that isn't fun.