The warm autumn sun rises over Northern Ireland's south eastern coast, casting a golden glow over everything in its path. In a field next to a country road, three sheepdogs work tirelessly to gather a flock to be moved elsewhere. Golden glows are good for photographs.
Sheila had to spend most of the time tied to the quad because the gate between this field and the road isn't exactly Sheila-proof, and she does love to watch those cars.
Pip, on the other paw, isn't such a petrol head, and she didn't need tying down.
She just did some chillaxin'.
The sheep were in a really grumpy mood.
And Pip was in a really good mood.
As for me, I was in a good mood too - just look at that view!