On the "Hoof" up to Scotland, Leg one of our Tour. !

This is me with my holiday list, looks like all we have left to do is get rid of the Dogs and we are off.
Look at "Mart" pretending to be asleep when really he is very cross that I'm going to Scotland and him and his Brother are being locked up for the week in a "Doggery".

Its a bit of a misty start!
I do wish the Human would hurry up and take the picture, My Bums getting cold.

Are we there yet?

First stop was at "Scotch Corner" Marge needed a wee, these humans have no bladder control at all don't think we will ever get there if we have to stop this often.
Mind you the weather was lovely and I was sure I saw another Sheep a few fields away

Marge came back with some well needed supplies. My favourite sweet "Jelly Junipers" and the best Crisps "Walters" ever made "Salt and Thistle" Mmmmmmmm

Much as I like Walters crisps they do give me a heck of a thirst, I was glad to see Marge had got my my second best drink "GorseAid". I would have preferred Mucky Trough water but unfortunately it won't keep well in a bottle.

I wanted to phone "Sieze her" and "Stop Chewing" to tell them I saw this sign with them on it, then I remembered that daft cats can't use the phone so I just had a chuckle to myself instead. "Cat" terick indeed he he he

There was a lot of humans blocking the roads in their cars, I don't know why they don't use the fields because they are nearly empty!

I decided to take a quick nap I only managed to count to 20 Sheep before I was out like a light. I had my Dunplop hat on to keep the sun out of my eyes.

By the time I woke up we were at a place called Newcastle, Phil says its famous for the "Angel of the North", "Nukie Brown" beer, and a rubbish football team.
All I noticed about the place was a "Pink Transit" what a strange place indeed. I wonder if they were the "Mincy Builders" or the "Gay Glazers"
Ha Ha Ha I do amuse myself sometimes.

Only 98 males to go according to this sign, funny thing though Our Satellite Navigation machine just told us it's 112 Males to our Dustynation whatever that means.

Marge said we could stop and chat with some of my wild cousins, I would not like to live in the fields like this there is just no privacy. Another reason I would not like to be a roaming sheep like this is that did not see anyone out there munching through a pack of Walters, they just cant get hold of them apparently. Now thats a thought perhaps I could start importing them.
I would have offered them one of mine but they are all in my tummy.

Most of my flock had funny paint on their coats, Marge say's its something to do with servicing, I had no idea what she was on about so I just nodded, it keeps them happy!
There was one "Man" sheep who seemed to notice my nice paint free fleece and was headed my way. Marge said that we better be making tracks, I did tell her I couldn't because I was only in my stocking feet. I think one or two of the "cousins" were jealous of my hat too.

No, I have decided its much better living with my humans. Bye Bye Sheepies!

"Hello, Hello whats going on here?" we had quite few Police cars wizz by us with their Blue lights flashing and sirens blaring, and now they have stopped us just before the Scottish Border. I do hope its not to check my passport because I never bothered to get one, I didn't think it necessary.
Oh I hope I don't go to jail because of this, oh dear I am worried now!

Oh Dear they have sent the Army in as well!

Ahh, Phil has just told Marge that this is a "AmbulanceCopter" so something must have happened ahead of us, I wonder what it is?

Good Grief, they are just landing it on the road. I wonder if the pilot needs a wee stop?

I heard one of the police humans saying to Phil that it was a wild sheep that had fell in a hole and hurt himself!
Hope he is OK, I wish I had some GorseAid left as that would have done him the world of good.

Ah,That was nice to see when they were loading him on board he gave me a wave of his Hoof to show me he was OK. Lucky blighter I bet its great fun to have a ride in one of them Copter things. I was very pleased to see how well my cousins are being looked after in these remote parts. I do feel sorry for them out there, but I'm not ready to share my "Jelly Junipers" though!

While they were loading the Ewe onboard the copter a load of Bikers arrived and surrounded us. Bab's does not like Bike's they are horrible noisy and often driven by nutcases. Phil says the best thing you can do with a motorbike is take out the engine and put it in a kit car, I think I agree but I'm not exactly clear on what a kit car is! I think Marge, Phil and that kid with lots of names have all got a kit car so perhaps its them open top jobbies, if thats the case definately bin the bike but keep the engine. Oh yes Phil says you need the Loom too but I|'m not going to ask what that is.

This was a bit cheeky, but I think I got away with it.

He He He !

There goes the flying Ambulance taking that poor Ewe to the vets, It really makes me feel good to know that it is there if you need it.
Mind you if I was a police person I would arrest them Biker's for pushing in, bloomin things!

The gossip on the street said that the ewe had Nothing more than a dislocated Hoof and will soon be back in action.

Bye bye Ambulancecopter.
What an exciting day its been, Ha, and to think the dogs back home will be sitting in their boring kennel. I can't wait to tell them what they have missed.
Because of all this action we never arrived at Granny Jeans in Edinburgh before dark and I was fast asleep so never got to see her till the next day, you can read abut that later on. Bab's XXX