Mutton dressed as lamb

This morning's walk along the river came to an abrupt halt when we came face to face with a shepherd taking his flock for a little stroll.
I considered just standing on the verge to keep out of their way while they wandered past, but then thought better of it (fortunately) and backed up to some steps, as the shepherd drew level I asked him how many sheep there were, he had a think and then told me '900, give or take one or two'. Consequently they took some time to go past, and Logan didn't know what to make of them, although he did know exactly what to do with all the sheep poo they left all over the path!

In other news, we (the teen & I) managed to get in and out of the council offices having registered & taxed his car & got the plates made up, in the space of 10 minutes. Although if we'd been a minute later getting there we'd have missed our appointment and been totally screwed.