2 Men Talking

So I went for a walk up the side of Big Dick (Cerne Abbas Giant). The wind was blowing gale force and the sheep were gathered together, lying down in the lee of the summit, looking at me pityingly. But I had their full attention.

I asked them if they’d like to do some Laughter Yoga with me cos quite frankly, they all looked pretty miserable. One or two of them nodded their heads so I started into my warm-up routine. I could see that they were starting to enjoy it; some were even standing up by now, no doubt feeling the need to fully ventilate as they began to laugh.

Now I’m not stupid; I know the difference between “Baaah” and a magnanimous approbation is fairly difficult to detect, but I was sure they were really getting into a jovial mood until one sheep with a black eye mask who was obviously in charge, uttered a pretty malevolently dismissive “Baar” and shit itself. In an instant, the rest of my audience lost interest, and to add insult to injury, black-eye turned to it’s mate and with a sardonic lip curl just said “Baaa Baaa” as if I was Ali in the Piddletrenthide Panto which opens in March next year. Which is true.

But that’s not what really upset me. The two word condemnation was stoically accepted by it’s mate before it uttered something that I didn’t quite catch by way of reply. I think I was meant to hear, but a sudden gust of wind dissipated the words to the four corners of the world (eh!). And now I’ll never know. I do know that the look on it’s face was full of compassion and I’m sure I detected a modicum of something else.

The look on that face will haunt me till my next lamb stew.