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The old fellow in the cap sucked on his pipe and waved briefly at the two men in the car, who had kindly pulled onto the grass verge to let him, and his sixty odd sheep, squeeze past them. The single-track road was rutted and narrow and the incessant drizzle had also made it pretty muddy. ‘We should have come in the summer; this weather is worse than back home.’ Paddy said, glancing at the mud splattered sheep...