Sheep just try to stop you riding, little blighters.

THey lie across the track or run down it in front of you. Don’t tell me they don’t know what they’re doing.

And now today a whole new level of ovine terrorism. Out for a dark side ride come round a corner and there right in front of me, a bloody ewe giving birth. Averted my eyes and on the other side of the singletrack road another one in full push mode. Come on that’s just out of order.
Put me right off my lamb stew tonight.

How lovely.

One sheep straddled my friend as he lay on a grassy bank to eat his fig rolls, I couldn’t get the beast off him for laughing.

Why do sheep die so easily? They’re always just keeling over and snuffing it. The smell is a bit off putting.