A community, come together,
to bring down from the hills and the crofts,
to sort and check,
count and time,
pens of sheep
Amid the laughter, sharing of sweets and tales,
the sounds of hoofs, whistles and gates,
a job gets done.
And if you thought you'd escaped the bath,
evading the sheep dogs round up,
a journey on the back of a quad bike is in order,
to make sure everyone gets their dipping.
Wonderful post by Jacqui about this day here