I was driving quietly along to Princetown to attend the Dartmoor Workshop when suddenly I was confronted by a manic sheep running all over the the road, poor thing did not know what to do, so desperate was it to escape some thing that had put the fear of hell into it. I braked and waited for the poor thing to settle and calm down a little, it only wanted to get past my car and get further away from that location. After it had passed I slowly moved forwards and saw what appeared to be the problem, Mr & Mrs Blorenges, now the first thing that sprung to mind, of course, was all the old stories of sheep and people from Wales.
Enough said I thinks.


Big hi to Chris and Lucilla.