Sheep are allowed

Blowing a gale, raining intermittently and the sun popping its head out occasionally to see whether it's worth stopping.

I really don't do the clock change at this end of the year, in fact I would prefer it if they left it alone altogether from now on.

I think the sheep were trying to read the sign, which is not actually on the footpath, but the nearest available tree.  No lambs unfortunately, but they have lovely clean derrieres. 

Now to catch up with the Grand Prix.