As I stepped over the threshold into the warm night air, I was greeted with an urgent throaty call. It happened again. I turned to look from where the salutation came. Looking appealingly at me, from the field opposite, was a shorn sheep. I acknowledged the ruminant with a nod, it seemed happy with that.
This plain looking sheep was in the field with two drop dead gorgeous friends of the same ilk, all smartly dressed up in their party gear. Why on earth did this one want to attract me?