Well after my Peak District walks I was told that I was...erm....rubbish with sheep .pfft. so the weekend after, I found my self comfortably sitting in the car expecting an nice walk in the countryside.
Then wonder upon wonders I did spy some sheepsy's at a farmyard where we stopped - some where having their hair cut off by a man with a buzzing thingy - (I didnt like the idea of that) some were wandering about aimlessly in a field n stuff... I did luv them all and wanted to play.
Well after an half hour of special treatment I didn't want to chase/play with them any more. My dad said it was 30 quids well spent (whatever that is supposed to mean) and we can apparently go to a place called Ashdown Forest now where they also have sheepsy's that I also wont be chasing.
If you want to be like me - try..
Message from dad: Does anyone know any local deer herders?