We've been talking about getting sheep for quite a while but I couldn't make up my mind what breed to get. It's strange but I had a very set image in my mind of what to me, constituted a "real" sheep. When I was in England last year I found out that the sheep I was thinking of were the Herdwick breed. The ones you see running wild up on the high fells in Cumberland, shrouded in mist and fog. Alas, no Herdwicks to be had in these parts. Then just before Easter I saw a for sale ad for three Scottish Blackface ewes! Now they are also my idea of "real" sheep. They're the ones you see up in the Highlands, also shrouded in mist and fog, or standing in the middle of the road stopping traffic- no fences up there. Wild, ancient, extremely hardy, curly horns. Yes! real sheep!
We drove 4 hours to go and get them.
First, they had to be caught.
Then pointed in the direction of the stock trailer.
"I'm not going, I'm not go-iiing Really, I'm not!"
Phew, all loaded up.
From left to right: Cornelia, Morag and Kirsty.
Our route home took us through Appomattox, a place steeped in civil war history. We decided to take a break and stop at the restored village of Appomattox Court House, the site of Lee's surrender.
So, we parked the trailer.
And left the sheep...
to go sight-seeing.
And what a nice afternoon it was.