I've just added some pictures, they're a bit grainy because they were taken on my mobile, but they bring back memories. I went to the Royal Welsh Show in the Summer, to see the Golden Shears World Championship sheep shearing competition. I was wandering round the sheep sheds, admiring the Welsh breeds, when I heard a shout of: 'Oi, come back 'ere!'
Such a cry in a sheep shed can only mean one thing - an escapee. I rushed to the rescue. An older gentleman was standing between the rows of pens watching his prize Kerry Hill ram trot away to freedom. Now Builth Wells is a huge show ground and extremely busy, not the place you want to be chasing a loose sheep. I raced down my aisle in a vain attempt to intercept the ram, but by the time I got to the elderly farmer, he was busy barricading the recalcitrant Robbie into his pen with a bale of hay, which Robbie thought rather delicious.
Having wrestled with many an escapee in my time, I still cannot work out how the farmer achieved this, Robbie must have weighed in at not less than ten stone and had had a considerable head start. In addition, there was no one else nearby. I can only conclude that what seemed an ineffectual response, ordering the ram to return, had worked.
You can admire the handsome Robbie below.
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