Grandmother's Footsteps

The sheep are very used to us (me and the dog) now, and have taken to following us.

When we walk past them they follow us, when we stop, they stop, when we walk, they walk, just like the game of Grandmother's Footsteps.

Unless, of course, the one with the aerial is opperated by remote control.

Autumn seems to be here, the leaves on the beech trees are tinged with yellow, and the hedgerows are heavy with blackberries. Did I miss summer?