Yesterday I popped into town to post an ordered print of Findhorn to a new home in Scotland:

On the way back I decided to cross the fields to have a look at the lambs.




As I reached the gate to cross the last field I seemed to be attracting quite a crowd.



And by the time I reached the final gate I really had increased my following after being jostled across the field by the occupants who seemed to think that the bread, milk and butter picked up on the way home was for them.