Blackfaces

A combination of factors - a busy week at work and it getting dark earlier - had meant the blips had slipped.

We had afternoon tea at Whitmuir Organic Farm Restaurant then drove up into the hills above West Linton, and this crammed full pen of sheep is at Baddingsgill Farm. Their expressions seem to range from sheer terror at your approach, through a belligerent "who you staring at?", to one of total indifference.