Then there are the resident island livestock, and yesterday it was the sheep. Here I was, sitting on a bench along the path toward the northern beaches, when four black sheep came munching their way along. Their task was simple; eat. Then to my amazement, they came right up to me and snooped around to see if I had anything to share. One licked my pants and tried for my shoelace. I just sat there as they hung around with me for a while--no fear at all, and eventually all four moved on their way. My solitude was not interrupted; even the sheep understand about the ‘thin place’.