Which end is which?

We strolled out this evening in a different direction, favouring lower gradients but finding hills anyway.  And there was this small field of Jacob's sheep (we think), in varying stages of moult, with this one looking double-ended.

The Extra was the lane next to it: I've long wanted to get a photo of telegraph wires into the setting sun . . .

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