Walking from Blockley in the Cotswolds last week, we were mobbed by a flock of sheep. I thought it might have been because it was teatime and the arrival of humans meant food to them (bringing the food, not being it!). On reflection I think they didn't like Danny's dog Suki, even though she was on a leash. See below:
Here's the first time I came across the phenomenon - 30th January 2005, returning from Rye Loaf Hill. We took a short cut, figuring that nobody would notice two specks in the distance crossing a field. Unfortunately we didn't count on getting an escort - I felt like St Francis Of Assisi!
