Wales is known for its lamb--meat, wool, all of it. What this practically means, for a non-meat eater, is that there are sheep and lambs everywhere. Again, the city kids (us) thought this was cool. So, while we were climbing around a ruined castle, I notice that there are sheep incredibly close by. I am a bit afraid of them. I mean, who knows what they think of me and my camera. Okay, so the fact that the one my camera is focused on is sleeping, is no matter (see the third picture), these are wild livestock, the likes of which I have never seen close up. 
I am so excited. One with nature, face to face with a sheep. When I look down. The entire, and now I mean entire field is filled with sheep poop. Loads of it. So much so I realise its going to be impossible to walk around with stepping in the muck. Jason thought my sudden disdain for sheep poop, and any animal flu it might be carrying was funny...hence the picture of me on tippy toes trying to navigate the mine field, literally.
By now, I have had to readjust my strategy if I am going to escape the field. Pants up! Head down! Fully aware of my every step! Do you think that sweet sheep sleeping cares? Hardly. I now know, and can faithfully report, dear readers, that sheep eat, poop and sleep. That's it. Nothing else.
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