I’ve never been one for counting sheep, but I counted many of them the next day when Melanie, Susan and I hiked up Slieve Croob, a mountain from which you can see a good portion of Northern Ireland. Sheep were everywhere in the fields we passed up the mountain, and their fur was spray painted so the farmers could identify them. It made them look kind of awkward, like they were simultaneously bleeding and freezing.
Once at the top, we stopped to rest and take some pictures of the view. Unfortunately, it was cold and overcast, so the pictures didn’t turn out too well.Read More