Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Battle, UK, ain’t just about sheep and fields. Nah, today was a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my flock. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave, sayin’ there’s a market on High Street. I’m like, “What? Now?!”
I rush over, dodgin’ the usual chaos. You know how it is. People everywhere, cars honkin’ like they’re in a race. I swear, if I see one more person on their phone, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I get to High Street, and it’s packed! Stalls everywhere, smellin’ like fresh bread and fish and chips. My stomach’s rumblin’ like a thunderstorm.
I’m tryin’ to focus on the sheep, but the vibe is just too good. I spot this old lady sellin’ homemade jam. I’m like, “Oi, how much for a jar?” She says, “Three quid, love.” I hand over the cash, and she winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her secret?!”
Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids runnin’ down the street, laughin’ and shoutin’. They’re chasin’ a dog that’s stolen a sausage roll from some poor bloke. I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a movie. I mean, who doesn’t love a good dog chase, right?
But then, I see it. A sheep! Just wanderin’ around like it owns the place. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I run after it, dodgin’ people left and right. It’s like a game of dodgeball, but with sheep and humans. Finally, I catch up to it near the Abbey Green. I’m outta breath, but I’m grinnin’ like a fool.
I get the sheep back, but now I’m late for my appointment at the local vet. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” I sprint down the road, past the Battle Museum. I can’t help but think about the history here. This place is old, man. Like, proper ancient. But I ain’t got time for history lessons today.
I finally make it to the vet, and guess what? They’re runnin’ behind. I’m sittin’ there, tappin’ my foot, tryin’ not to lose my mind. I’m thinkin’ about all the things I could be doin’ instead. Like, I dunno, countin’ my sheep or somethin’.
After what feels like forever, they finally call me in. The vet’s a nice bloke, but he talks way too much. I’m like, “Just check the sheep, mate!” But he goes on about sheep health and whatnot. I’m noddin’ along, but my mind’s wanderin’. I’m thinkin’ about that jam I bought.
Once I’m outta there, I head back to High Street. I’m feelin’ a bit peckish again, so I grab a pasty from a stall. It’s hot, flaky, and just what I need. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ like a king. But then, I see a busker playin’ the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re lovin’ it. I toss him a couple of quid. Gotta support the arts, right?
As the sun starts settlin’, I’m walkin’ back home, thinkin’ about the day. It was mad, but in a good way. Battle’s got this energy, ya know? The streets, the people, the history. It’s all a bit bonkers, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just a shepherd tryin’ to wrangle sheep and enjoy the chaos of Battle. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!