From sheep to fleece
Some days you don't see any sheep, other days you're surrounded by them... Last weekend, we went camping with our new tent, quite close to home (an hour away) at a lovely nature campsite at Langedijke. In between the potato fields was a small field with high grass and some camping areas set out. We almost felt like we were in the south of France, it was that idyllic! We looked out on to the sheep enclosure, where two black sheep were living the life of Riley. They obviously were used to people, because every time someone even walked along the fence, they would come up to you, in the hope you brougth them some nice food. Little scoundrels! The weather on Sunday was glorious, and we had great fun at Doldersum, where there was a small sheep shearing fest. The shepherd took his time shearing the animals, doing only two and then taking a break to flex his (very brown) arms and wave his locks about, but in the mean time we could watch the sheepdog show off his tricks, felt a nice ...