Correctly attired

There is no such thing as bad weather. Only inappropriate clothing.

Plenty of ewes have shed their fleeces now, no doubt a relief in the scorching heat of late, when they lay panting open-mouthed in-bye.
However, this ewe, hefted on the slopes of Great Rigg, was not caught out by the weather's abrupt change to a bracing nor'westerly.

An older ewe, she'd seen it all before, and made it through this deep winter, while many of her contemporaries litter the fells with their bodies. More this spring than I've seen before. Still, her lamb continues the cycle, hardy, wiry like a terrier, and vigorous.