It was a sight to behold a sea of fleece for as far as the eye could see. Many animals that had travelled a very long distance arrived soon after daybreak. Seemingly hundreds of heavy lorries turned off the main road into Findon and rumbled up to the Green to commence the logistics of unloading so many sheep. The shepherds tasks were arduous. They shouted instructions and pushed and shoved their beasts.
All sheep are escapologists and seemingly bred to be on the lookout for a quick way out.
They have an in-built mechanism for desiring to depart from their allotted enclosed area, whether a field or a pen. They brought order out of chaos on the day, and again and again they separated flock from neighbouring flock. Prospective buyers looked the sheep over and coarse brown hands prodded the animals. The sheep were all well manicured with their feet clipped and checked for foot rot. But still the knowledgeable buyers leaned over and looked at the beasts mouths.