I finished one walk on this lonely path, looked behind me and saw a white tee- shirted youth. I gripped my walking pole a little tighter, quickened my pace and wondered if a distant house would hear my scream. Could I still scream - I hadn't tried since I played a maid in a Victorian melodrama? Then I threw caution to the wind and turned round to face him, Two chocolate Labradors came bounding up to him - they must have fallen behind. I waited for him to catch up - he was lost in his music. After he removed his ear pieces we had a chat which ended with him saying reproachfully'
'You missed the lambs.'
I remembered the enthusiastic comments I had read in the Visitor's Book, about the antics of the newly born lambs the week before. Maybe next year - and hopefully we'll be back in the autumn. DV.