As I was driving to work this morning I passed a field full of sheep. Driving past I heard the following thought drifting through my mind:
Hmm… I wonder why they’ve not migrated yet.
Followed closely by this perfectly understandable second thought:
Hmm… there was something not quite right about that thought.
However, I do quite like the image of thousands of sheep journeying south for the winter, clogging up the motorways and boarding ferries at Dover. They could winter in Baabados. Or Mutton Keynes. Or Lambodia.
… I’ll get my fleece!