Etting

Took myself off for a wander after a late breakfast, seeking fresh air, exercise and a Blip.

A very cold morning - 0c with snow on the ground in places, and a cold east wind. Ideal for a walk.

As I passed through nearby Etting I came upon a flock of sheep. Strange for a Scot to see sheep in a small field and not scattered over the hills. Guess the pasture here is richer.

They all just stopped and stared at me. Was it the red down jacket?