I woke to a misty start this morning with the light catching the hills behind us and sunshine touching the top of the hedge as I looked up the lane. The grass underfoot was wet with dew and I could hear sheep calling down by the church. At the weekend one made her way into the the churchyard and I tried unsuccessfully to return her to the field - but a determined sheep is a surprisingly solid object - I caught hold of her but then couldn't actually get a suitable grip to pick her up and poke her back through the hedge - a phone call to her owner was necessary as I admitted defeat.
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