This is a recording of the wind whipping through fields where Rough Fell sheep silently grazed in January, in their fields, at Hilary Wilson’s Farm in Cumbria.
Standing in a wind like this, one discovers a new appreciation for the wool of fell sheep; the thick white fleece of the Rough Fell Sheep seems both necessary and appropriate.
You can hear only the wind in this recording, as the Rough Fell Sheep were very quiet at the time, hunkered down together in small groups, grazing very quietly, and warm inside their strong, long, white, woolly, protective coats.