After a morning spent collecting three for two offers at Tescos (the pantry now boasts 17 boxes of cereal products) we took a walk this afternoon along the puddled and muddy paths of the Priddy Mineries to take the air. In desperate need of refreshment we then repaired to Priddy itself, where the sheep races were about to begin. Putting my beer to the ground, I managed to get these action snaps of the runners and riders.
Here's Clare at the races. As an inveterate gambler on the gee-gees, it was only with great effort that Adrian and myself could prevent her from betting £40 on what would have been a classic losing sheep.
Is that a sheepish smile?