This is a picture of HardKnott Pass, a pass that carries a minor road in the region of Cumbria in the Lake District National Park. The road approaching the pass vies with Rosedale Chimney Bank in North Yorkshire for the title of steepest road in England with both achieving a gradient of 1 in 3 (about 33%) SOURCE: WIKI
You have to imagine a 4X4 loaded down with £50k worth of computer equipment going on a sightseeing trip because we weren’t insured to unload it and leave it anywhere prior to delivery at 9am on a Monday morning………. from Bournemouth.
We decided to make a weekend of it, travelling up on the Saturday and having two nights away in a B&B. We didn’t have a dog then so life was a little less restrictive.
Obviously Saturday we were knackered from the drive, but Sunday was a beautiful day so we (and the computers) went for a drive and found ourselves here.
We stopped to have our picnic and take in the view, parking in a convenient pull in off the road so we were out of the way of traffic.
The sheep in the adjacent field got excited. And I mean VERY excited.
They started jumping over nothing in particular and when one began to make a speedy bee line for us, the rest followed. It was quite unnerving as I’m not really a fan of sheep (unless they have cute little lambs following behind them) and it looked like an overflow of monster soapsuds pulsing across the landscape.
Jostling for pole position was one of the larger animals, and we were afraid it might actually escape from the field and charge us.
It stopped by the wire and stared at us.
We stared right back, as there was no way we were going to share our sandwiches or flask.
When Kat posted this image for her Twittering Tales today, I had the perfect story.
The vehicle we were driving was identical to the one belonging to the sheepfarmer when he brought their feed.
The sheep had got excited thinking it was dinner time!
Fast forward several years to 2004, and we had another sheep incident whilst house hunting in Wales.
It was the year Hubby and I had purchased identical vehicles, and whilst mine ran like a dream, we had nothing but problems with his.
It broke down in the middle of a storm when we were atop one of the highest hills in the area trying to do a drive-by of a property we had details of.
There were four sheep in what looked like an overgrown garden, and they were getting absolutely drenched. A truly pathetic looking bunch, we felt quite sorry for them.
Two had managed to get under cover, and a third had stuck their head in a bucket thinking it would keep them dry.
The fourth however came to the edge of the garden and looked so imploringly at us, we felt it was saying ‘Please let me in. I promise I’ll behave if you just let me in.’
This picture fits that scenario too, apart from the blue sky.