Garry and I travelled to England in December 2011. We had hoped to find a farm with Clun Forest sheep but were not successful. We went to Oswestry, which is close to Wales, and asked several people if there were any sheep farms nearby. We got the same answer. No sheep around here. We were quite dissappointed. If we couldn't see Clun Forest sheep at least we'd like to see sheep, any sheep.
We took a long walk one afternoon and found ourselves on this narrow road. At one point I asked Garry if he thought any cars would come along and next thing you knew a car was approaching us. This road is so narrow that Garry and I had to squish against the hedge on the side.
We continued on and the road actually dwindled out to a path. Still could see tire tracks but it was even more narrow that the paved portion. As we went along we saw the hedges had sheep wire or farm fence on the back. I then saw wool on several strands of the wire. Where there's wool there's sheep. Continued upn a hill and saw a sign that pointed across a pasture noting a public path. Next thing we saw was sheep. Of course we knew we would. There was a stile to climb over and I was very pleased to find one on our walk. I have read in many James Herriot books about his climbing over styles and now I know what he was talking about.