Sheep . . . . . .

There are a lot of sheep in them there hills, and in the villages as well. Great for keeping the grass verges neatly trimmed, but beware when walking about, don't step into the little brown pellets they leave everywhere. They have been know to wander into people's gardens, if they find a gate left open. 

There are warning signs everywhere to drive carefully, sheep have the right of way. If they want to wander about in the road, they will, but they are clever enough not to try crossing a cattle grid. This is the end of the line for these sheep, they can go no further, so they turn round and go back. 

They have masses of space on the lush green hills. As I walk by the baa baa ing becomes louder as they warn each other of a stranger passing. 

The zoom means I can photograph them from a distance, without disturbing them. They are often quite nervous and run away when approached. 

The rocks are a playground for them, the trees make a cool shelter from the sun. 

Strolling around seems a pleasurable pastime. 

There are a few cows about as well. This group came over to have a look at me, then decided not to come closer because the grass was more appealing, so they stopped for lunch. 

I sat on a bench high up above Grosmont. I wondered if the zoom would pick up the cows in the valley in the distance. 

When I walked past a farm I immediately attracted a posse of hens. Oh dear, I have nothing to offer them in the way of tasty treats. I felt guilty. 

What an idyllic way of life. I like to see animals moving around freely. 

More pictures to come of my camping trip to Goathland in North Yorkshire. 

Thanks for popping in. we'll catch up soon. Toodle pip.   ilona