… nothing much happens around here. This bucolic scene suggests all is peace and tranquility at Beaufront Woodhead this morning:
However, start messing around with time lapse and an altogether more frantic world becomes apparent:
I suffer for my ‘art’ 🙂 I had noticed that the sheep gather under these trees overnight and then disperse for the rest of the day so I had to be up ‘early’. Perhaps they would stay longer but for the arrival of the those big bruisers.