The agility show we went to on Saturday was really close to Loudoun Hill, and as we drove back we decided to do a return trip later that afternoon. Our last visit to Loudoun Hill had been as part of a longer walk that included a severely rotted sheep’s carcass, a horse with an ASBO, and some cows with a stalking habit. This time we side-stepped all those hazards by parking really close to the hill and heading straight up. The journey took barely 15 minutes, and though it was very chilly at the top the views were amazing – everything for miles around was bathed in beautiful golden light.

As we took in the views we became aware that we were not alone. Beanie and Biggles had mouthed off at some sheep on the way up, but instead of scaring the sheep away it had actually attracted them.

A glorious view, but the sheep are coming!

A group of them was now closing on our position at the summit, and our two Beagles attempted to warn them off with more baying. As before the sheep seemed completely unimpressed and continued their advance. Biggles wasn’t prepared to stand for this and let loose with a woofing of biblical proptions. In fact it was more of a song than woof – each indignant exclamation was joined to its neighbors by a warble that would’ve impressed even Simon Cowell. Yet still the sheep drew closer! How could they possibly withstand our boy’s vocal nuke? Maybe they’d been rendered permanently deaf by the noise he’d made on our previous visit. Regardless, they went into retreat the moment I started taking photos of them. Those sheep may have been immune to Beagle rantings, but they were also camera shy!

Now safe from the sheep, were all free to continue taking in the epic views from the top of the hill..

..until Beanie decided it was teatime that is.