High on a windswept hill; I don’t know the name of breed of the cattle, they are not as red in colour as traditional Highland cattle (maybe these are the bovine equivalent of ‘dumb blonds’ or Essex girl goes to the Pennines) I like the gate post, I wonder what happened to the wall that went with it.
I struggled to hold the camera still, because of the strength of the wind (and this may be the reason I’ve managed to sever the nose off the sheep, bottom right; but never mind.) My first obstacle in my photographic endeavor, apart from the fact I wasn’t sufficiently dressed for the howling wind, was that when I pulled up in the field gate way, the sheep obviously thought the drone of a Landrover engine equals farmer bringing fodder and they all came charging over in search of food. But they soon sussed I was of no use and returned to grazing, with their backs to the wind
Rather fine looking beasts.