It was another lovely start to the day so Del was outside cleaning Derwent6 while Al cooked a lovely fried breakfast. We sat in the sunshine finding it hard to get going but Del always finds it easy to do some brasses. It wasn't long before loads of boats started to pass us and one of them shouted that a sheep was caught in the brambles two fields away. All we have done this week is look after the sheep, where and who is the farmer?. The fields around here are leased out by the prison to different farmers so you never know who owns what is in them.
So Del walked down the canal and located the sheep, baa-ing away under a hedge, on the other side of the canal. He came back to Derwent6 and walked round the other side armed with scissors. When Del approached the sheep wasn't happy and tried to go further into the bush and nearly into the canal.
Del had to grab it by the scruff of the neck and give it a bit of a hair cut while it was kicking like a bronco. Still with a few brambles attached it kicked and ran to join the others. It did stop and give Del a look to say thank you. With a good dead done Del got back to Derwent6 just in time to meet the Cooks on the coal boat. We had their last 30 litres of diesel still at the cheap price, but we needed 90 really. Still that should help us through the cold snap. It was then time for us to settle down to watch the Grand Prix while eating a nice shepherds pie Al had cooked!