For the walk we went to Burnsall, a tiny town nestled in the Yorkshire Dales. Pat found it when he had to go to a company retreat there. It's so isolated you can't even get cellphone reception everywhere, but I doubt the sheep mind that. The natural beauty of the place is impressive and peaceful.
Along the way, we encountered the usual footpath obstacle course—all manner of bridges, gates, and ladders to get over, or through, the many walls sub-dividing the fields.
The rain we'd had for the past few days made it muddy, but not as bad as I expected. Conquering the obstacles just proves you're smarter or more physically adept than the sheep.
It's an artform requiring grace...
and balance...
and is in need of a little more work :)
On the way back, we got a bonus—a close encounter with the ewes and lambs. They usually stay far away from the footpaths, but were congregating close by for some unknown reason. So new to the world, one lamb was slightly curious...
...but decided hanging out with mom was a better bet.
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