Funny how some days turn out. Just when you feel you are never going to get a blip, something seems to turn up. The initial plan was to nip down to the rugby club for an action shot, but there was no-one playing. I drove round by Langbar and saw these sheep initially walking in single file down the road. They seemed to have a determined look in their eyes. The target of their interest turned out to be the bins full of rocksalt by the road. They skillfully knocked off the lid and then tucked in.