Missing ewe

When I'm doing slide presentations, this one always draws a chuckle. There have been no sheep on Islandmore since the south end was planted out in trees four years ago, and we miss them. Their grazing pattern used to follow the sun, so that first thing in the morning they were on the east side of the island, facing the open lough; by midday they were cresting Eagle Hill, up above the cabin; and by day's end they were outside Lynn's studio, soaking up what was left of the sun's heat.