It was a lovely morning for a dog-walk.  I was looking for the sheep, but came across Haakon instead.

We had a quick chat and I went on with the walk, thinking the sheep were probably at the far end of the field.

Beautiful flowers were everywhere – I am particularly fond of the forget-me-nots.

While I was walking up into the hill part of the field, I saw movement by my feet.

I think this is a Heath humble-bee (Bombus jonellus vogti) – please correct me if I am wrong.

She was very cute (apparently it is the females that collect the pollen, etc and do all the work – of course they do!)

(and she had lovely fat little buff-coloured knickers!)

She seemed very content buzzing around the self-heal plants.

And then onwards and upwards looking for my sheep.  I couldn’t see them anywhere.  I was worried they had all escaped as there is a very rickety gate at the end of the field.

But, having thoroughly searched the 30 acre field, scratched my head and wondered where they all were, I suddenly remembered I had put them in a different field. Duh!

So, after making my afternoon felted sheep, I went and found my sheep where I had originally put them.

‘Bert kindly plonked himself down behind me and I told him he was the most comfortable chair-back I knew.  He really was, nice and solid giving great support but then that’s ‘Bert all over.

I’m glad I found my sheep. I was beginning to worry before I eventually remembered!