The sheep have gone from what we have always known as the “cow’s field”. A flock of sheep has occupied this riverside pasture for several weeks, which has meant taking care with the dogs, who enjoy a full speed run in this field when there are no stock in it. All that is left of the latest occupiers is tufts of wool blowing in the wind from the fencing. I can now relax when the dogs head for the bridge leading to the field, at least until the summer residents, usually a small herd of bullocks, arrive.
