Tuesday, June 25
The sheep start making noises and I walk over to look at them. Every year they seem to come in two sorts: those who come trotting up whenever they see people and those who move away as soon as anyone gets close.
These two belong in the second category.
The day started out hot, and then cooled as they sky clouded over. The wind rose until, in mid-afternoon, the sun forced its way through the clouds and the wind ran away.
Rain will arrive later in the evening.