Woolly bully

I'm on the west side of Oxford this morning for a portrait commission.

Afterwards I tried to track down my friend Lucie Eadon who lives nearby, passing the Uffington White Horse on the way. After a trudge across some fields I found the view disappointing. The light was good though and the sheep patient. Until, it occurred to a couple of them that I might have food. Around 100 of them followed me back down the hill to the car.