There comes a time when I should admit to myself, I’m actually in the wrong place for the best shot. All the men in white coats and the somewhat boisterous rams were facing the other way,
I should have been round the other side of the pen.
Maybe these shots should have ended up on the digital equivalent of the cutting room floor; but to me they have an appeal, its just I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the choreography as rams and handlers dance around the pen, a sort of ovis aries meets Strictly Come Dancing
I’ll let you be the judge.