Wagging their tails ...

These sheep were resting by a gate until I walked past at which point they rose up and headed off. 

The sheep in the other field were slightly more curious and stopped to look at me as I walked by. 

Today sees two years since I stopped going to work on Monday and it still feels a treat not to have to do so. Instead I helped with weeding and tidying at one of the community beds dotted around the town this morning and then attended a local u3a committee meeting in person in someone else's garden this afternoon.  It was so good to be able to do so. 

I also enjoyed the walk there (along the roads to Kinnaird) and back (through the fields)