I am trying to go out for a walk most evenings, weather and work (diary transcribing, still and possibly for the rest of my life – I’ve only reached 1924) permitting.
I usually ask the three older Boyzens if they want to come too and last night, they said that they did.
Plus one, who squozed under the gate to “come too”.
So there I was, around 19.30 in the evening being escorted by my four handsome gentlemen.
It was a nice peaceful evening. We are past the longest day but the sky was fairly incredible.
Lambie and ‘Bert decided they couldn’t be arsed to actually walk the whole way but a small not-so-little Harrel and ‘Ster happily came with me keeping me company.
There was even some running (not by me, I hasten to add – that ship has long sailed!)
These two were lovely, making me smile all the way there (to the cattlegrid) and back. A walk that takes a little over half and hour.
Yes, they did talk to other sheep but happily left them when I called them back.
What is it with sheep? Why do they want to walk with me? Who knows. I get some odd looks from passing motorists!
And so we arrived home. Lambie and ‘Bert were waiting for us patiently onn the common grazing outside our gate.
Poor Maggie had been waiting too. I think she has finally realised that Harrel listens to the sound of his own voices.
Afterwards, I sat on the bench outside the house and we all had a chat and biccies!