The grass was cut and wilting, and I'd had a rough day with losing Esther. I needed some sheep time to cheer me up.
Wee Matt and Jim accompanied me for an evening walk.
Wee Matt being handsome.
The soft evening light and good company was just what I needed.
The view was beautiful both ways.
Jim wasn't too sure about the long grass, though - he'd never seen grass so long.
Wee Matt wasn't bothered and happily waded in.
Jim preferred to stay in the cut field.
The cut grass passed inspection.
Wee Matt would've happily stayed in this field until well after dark.
Jim being cute.
Even the clouds were gorgeous.
Cut grass and mountains.
Wee Matt slowly followed behind us.
He was in no hurry, and neither was I.
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