I was listening to Follow Me as I drove up to Ryston Hall today and the road was blocked with sheep. It was more a case of me following them as they sprinted ahead unsure which way to turn and clearly without any leadership whatsoever. When they were finally safely positioned off the track they became brave, cocky even, staring me down with a mixture of suspicion and stupidity in their eyes. Or maybe not.
They didn't follow me though.
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