Everything that wasn’t tied down was on the move, the winds were strong enough to blow a couple of the sheep arcs over to rest against the fence and the poo picking had to wait until late afternoon when the wind had started to drop. The donkeys were spooked and the sheep stayed in a sheltered corner of the field, a couple of them had small branches stuck to their backs, pleased to escape with no real damage to the trees in the hedgerow. There was a brief orange sunset before a squall moved in and the wind picked up again, all quiet by midnight.
