The sheep looked at me and I looked back at the sheep, I could imagine him thinking "what are you looking at skin face!"
He scraped his foot on the ground, left a nice parcel of droppings on the floor and climbed on to his bicycle and rode off.
Okay so I exaggerated about the bike but he did leave the droppings!
There is something very therapeutic (wow that's a big word) about the sound of sheep as you walk above the sea towards Hang man hill.
Do all the baahs mean something different depending upon how many H's are at the end such as bah = hello, bahh = goodbye, bahhh = we are having egg and chips for tea tonight darling etc...Who knows. (Photo Courtesy of my big bruv Kevin in the big old US of A)