Finally we brought a few of Mr Dufftown's garden sheep down to the site for the day - put them in the nearest field and told them (whatever their private concerns) to act naturally.

I think the photograph shows in actuality they were affronted, surly and refusing to co-operate.

All set up & done  (and after much pleading & bargaining with the sheep) I took this final picture before we all went back home. Mr Dufftown put the sheep back in the truck, Mr Powell rolled up the sky for re-use at a later date and I packed the suntan oil, cameras, lights & tripods away.

Then we retired to the Cotswolds for for thee en geroosterde crumpets  - leaving farmer Sandford the task of cleaning up the landscape.

Funny man: never smiles.