There’s something deeply calming about our strolls to bring the sheep down from the mountain every evening. With only the dogs to keep us company it feels like we’ve escaped to another planet.
A very quiet planet where the Mistral gusts all year and nobody else exists.
The sheep are never in much of a hurry to come back down to the barn and reality. They would much rather stay up there for ever.
And sometimes I think I can understand why.