festival sheep
As the nights have begun to draw in now what better time for a reminiscence of the summer as it perspectively diminishes in the rear view window of time. For some people the first swallow seen against the warm pale glow of the late evening twilight is the sign that the season has arrived but for others nothing makes them so sure as a swaledale ewe playing french horn on the roof of a pub.
4 comments:
I'll be back to normal summer soon! None of this 30 odd degrees you get every day in Budapest...
Are yoiu sure you're not an employee of the Richmond and Swaledale Tourist Board?
OOh - I wonder if I could have that when they've finished with it - would look amazing on the newly restored barn.
anne, there certainly will be none of that 30 degrees when you come back home :-(
YP, if I am I'm an unpaid one!
Mopsa, I'm not sure a dales sheep would acclimatise to your balsmy devon climate I'm afraid, unless was sheared which wouldn'y look quite so good atop your barn..
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