A Change of Critter and Feeling Devastated.

The little white pony I visit in the paddock at the end of Mill Lane wasn’t there today, and neither were the usual accoutrements like items of tack and the water bucket. Seems she’s gone, and that’s a bit sad.

But what’s even sadder is the fact that she’s been replaced by a small flock of sheep which came running up to me when I approached the fence. That's unusual for sheep which are normally quite skittish. Their eyes were full of expectation, but for what I had no way of knowing because they couldn’t tell me. And that sort of thing gets to me, you know. It does.