Spatial awareness and a sense of direction were never my stong points.  So concious of being short handed today, with Joss on top form and ever more distant groups of sheep presenting themselves, I swept myself, dog and sheep into a fold of moor without any recognisable features. A howling gale prevented any audible clues from other gatherers.

In the end I abandoned the sheep and went on wind direction back to the road, only to discover I had been in a perfect place to catch stragglers from Bob and Allan, had to gallop back just in time to redeem myself.

Joss totally brill the entire two days; pics below of him holding the weaned lambs back,

while the others hurry the ewes through the bottom of their field on to the next!