So what's wrong with this? Sheep in a field in Wales.
Ah. But these sheep are in the chicken field. And they are not my sheep. I don't have sheep. Well not until this morning when nine escaped through a kissing gate opposite - hindsight assumption of escape methodology. They could have dug their way out but we didn't find a spade. So this morning having thought that the sheep were rather loud today, we found they weren't louder, just closer and in the wrong place.
Fortunately the owner lives not too far away and we have his number so the whole drama (well we thought it was dramatic but then we're from Hackney and not used to woolly dramas before breakfast) was over by 8 am.