A sheepish admission

I didn't take photos of Donnie's sturdy and deeply woolly lambs, the camellias sprinkled with hailstones, the grey-pink sky behind Cruachan's snow-white peak or the brilliant rays behind Connel bridge as the sun set. Shame.
My only blip was of these texel hogs that really only wanted me, and my dog, to get on our way so they could get back to dining in the sunshine.