Out for a bracing walk in our lovely British countryside. Sheep in the field. Am I approachable? Well, I’ll try.

Leaning against the gate in the warm sunshine, reading aloud my script, I realise I have an audience…… of…. enthralled sheep.

Hmm, is it my voice talent or are they just waiting for tea? I switch to an authoritative tone, more suited to a male voice-over. The rest of the flock arrive.  I’m a hit, they love my narration.

The sun starts to turn into a warm golden glow; time to go home.  As I put my script back into my pocket, the flock in their woolly fold, turn tale and dash off, as though rushing for their drink in the theatre interval.

I stroll back for my late afternoon tea.