Frost, upside down junior moment in pick up foot well

Joss accepted a partner quite gratefully, and it was no one's fault that we failed to hold back 300 troughed hoggs from mixing with 200 in lamb ewes on their way though from moor to lambing field. Like poor Canute, we went down with the band still playing and every one had to stay late to run them through the shedding race and sort them out again.

I did so love the poised follow on along the road, which included a spontaneous swing out through the heather to balance some sneaky ewes back on to the path.