Today we slogged across the peat bogs for about 15 miles. It was so nice to arrive at our B&B that had a huge drying room where our boots could dry out for the next day of travels.
We stayed in a very comfortable place where everyone including the locals congregate in the lounge to talk and play games into the evening. We spoke with a local sheep farmer and his wife. He raises mostly Swaledale sheep. He told us that the sheep will often come up to a person if they hear the rattle of a plastic bag. They think they are going to be fed. That makes sense because when we were eating lunch on the moors that afternoon, we were unwrapping a cellophane package and two sheep came curiously close to us.