No, Mr. Customs Agent, we sure didn't walk on no farmland...
At Ennderdale Water - a curious little duck.
At Ennderdale Water - a curious little duck.
An example of the billions and billions of sheep we would see.
An overfriendly horse in Borrowdale.
We also walked by 1 or 2 bulls during our trip - I have no pictures because I was scared out of my mind and wasn't about to risk my life to snap a photo. D usually walked ahead, abandoning me to the mad whiles of staring, angry bulls. On another note, about nursing, D noticed that lambs would run up to their mothers when we passed by and begin rooting - like a reflex to fear. For some reason, D found this highly annoying.
We were almost run over by these sheep - the dramatic shot of these would have been when they were charging us head on - of course, the camera came out only after they were passing us and the moment of panic was over!
Did I mention that we saw sheep? Sheep on the grass, sheep by the rivers, sheep by the lakes, and, here, sheep on the moors, chomping away at the heather. Mmmmm, sheep.
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What I thought was cool was how English sheep have their tails on still! Wag, wag...
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