Early this morning…

I woke to see sheep outside my window. Someone left the farmers gate open and the whole flock was milling about.

I opened the gate fully, circled back through the woods, and called Nick, Nix and Owen to help with ushering them back to their home.

The first drive gets all but one back in the field. The last sheep is hard to shift - it appears to have very poor sight. In the end Nick and I get it to the gate and it trots back to join its pals.

Owen works his magic with the cider and perry. I pick cooking apples and gather the last tomatoes. The plums juice is strained and filtered.