Susan, Sarah, John and I were on a caravanning holiday at Brecon in South Wales, when Susan came out with this gem. We had walked to the top of a nearby hill, taking with us an Ordnance Survey map of the area. From this vantage point we were able to identify, on the landscape below, all the features which were shown on the map. Having taken a picnic with us, we were able to spend a couple of hours on this fascinating and educational pastime.
The time came to walk back down to our car, which we had parked on the road which skirted the base of the hill. As we neared the bottom of the track, I heard an unidentified noise, some little distance away. “What was that noise?” I enquired. Susan had the answer immediately, “I think it was just a farmer whistling up his sheepdog!” she surmised. The children and I fell about laughing at this, as I think it conjured up the same picture for all of us. Whenever this comes to mind, I have a vivid image of a Welsh farmer, holding a Border Collie upwards at forty-five degrees, with his pursed lips pressed to the dog’s arse! I’m afraid poor Susan has never seen the joke, but it still has the rest of us pretty amused!