- My own choice
She laughed back and waved goodbye to the car as she walked over to me. She said in the most beautifully lilting Scottish accent ...'Aye, I din ken* who they are - they were so patient and followed my girls with nay bother' (didn't know)
The sheep continued down the road unaccompanied by their shepherd as she carried on chatting to me.
She explained that her sheep used to leave the road and continue across the bay and along the beach back home until a couple of years ago a dog had chased them across the sands into the oncoming tide.
Ever since that day the flock steadfastly stuck to the road, regardless of any traffic about. I watched as they continued to the T junction, turn right and then turn left into their farm. Their shepherd proudly told me that if left, they would return home by themselves along 2km road. She was only there to open and close the gates! She laughed again, wished me a good holiday and trotted after them, they were almost home at that point and needed a gate unlatching!
That 'string' of white specks are the sheep as they returned to their farm, behind the bay they used to walk across.
Now, if you'll excuse me - I am off to watch a bit more of the Olympics!