Cold shitty day to be moving cattle.
iMHO what you want is North country Cheviot put to a swale for mothersCan’t remember if I mentioned these before.
We got about 60 Rough Fell lambs earlier this year to put through the pubs and hotel.
To be honest we’ve just chucked them in a field and let them get on with it. Like our Herdwicks, Rough Fells are a local breed that thrives on grass and needs very little human interaction.
Just done the rounds and all looking nice.
Definitely my second favourite sheep after Herdwicks.
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It's an enviable life your nippers lead........
Thats one of the reasons why I`ve always lived in rural areas both overseas and the UK , it gives kids a better chance in my opinion , they can do the Big Smoke thing when they are old enough to think for themselves.I know.
Spoilt little *******.
It makes me sad that they will miss out on some of the simple pleasures of growing up down south.
They will never know the joy of riding stolen mopeds around an abandoned industrial estate at night.
Or shooting up bus shelters with air rifles.
Thats one of the reasons why I`ve always lived in rural areas both overseas and the UK , it gives kids a better chance in my opinion , they can do the Big Smoke thing when they are old enough to think for themselves.
I may have been the security guard for a few weeks .Completely off thread, but in all seriousness I’m amazed me or any of mates reached adulthood.
We lived a couple of miles from the old Castle Cement works where they made all the cement for Heathrow Airport.
It was long abandoned and guarded by a single security guard who basically couldn’t be arsed to chase a load of feral kids around. He just left us to our own devices.
We’d head over there on our BMXs after school and play in the crumbling buildings and machinery.
There were flooded tunnels to explore and control rooms to smash up and loot. The entire place was knee deep in jagged rusty metal, broken glass, asbestos and dead pigeons.
About 6 storeys up there was a conveyor bridge that linked two buildings. It was made out of rusty corrugated metal and we’d dare eachother to run across the top of it.
And that was before you even got to the flooded quarry with it’s chemicals and many submerged hazards. We’d swim in it in the summer, diving head first off the cliffs.
One year we found a Ford Orion dumped in the bottom. About 20 of us spent a week diving down to it, attaching ropes and pulling it out.
Afterwards we realised it was much better as an underwater attraction so we pushed it back in.
As we got older, we graduated to riding motorbikes around the place and making bombs. We all had air rifles or air pistols too. Usually ones we’d frigged to make more powerful, by stretching the springs.
Apart from some kid from a rival school losing his leg in a motorbike crash there, the injuries were mostly superficial. My best mate got knocked out underwater, when he swam down to the old Ford and opened the boot. The spare wheel had obviously become buoyant and floated upwards into his grid. But we rescued him and he was fine.
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TBH Ravers I think I spent a couple of weeks at a different cement works entirely but you brought back a couple of long forgotten memoriesIf it was in the mid to late 90s and you recall your portacabin being shot at with a .22 air rifle, and the sniper making a hasty getaway on a yellow Yamaha TY250, that was me.