A different kind of traffic jam

Many moons ago I'd get up at 6am to leave for 7am to sit on the M62 (as was) and crawl twelve miles around Manchester in the hope of being in my office for 9am.
Thankfully we gave that up and moved to this wonderful quiet corner of Cumbria. When we still had the business our commute was coincidentally twelve miles - it took about 20 glorious minutes.
Now there's not a lot of pattern to work or when I leave the house - most days I'm my own boss and I come and go to suit either me or the clients. Heading in to town this morning to grab a few supplies I jumped into the car - headed through the gate - and came to a stop - the road was blocked.
These sheep were moving from one side of the village to another - a not infrequent sight around here - but it's a pleasure to watch the farmers collie's doing the job they've been born to do - not one sheep headed down our drive (much to Pushka's disappointment) - and I was soon on my way, a smile on my face.