No Words Required

On our way home from the Marlborough Weavers' meeting, the sea of sheep parted and we drove through. My camera was in the bag in the back of the truck, so Sue kindly took these and sent them to me.

I love New Zealand.

(Note the appropriately faded shirt, the hat, the shorts; if dressed properly, he would have brown-and-natural wool socks and a brown pair of boots or black "gummies", rubber boots.)