“Will he still come?”
“Course he will, been booked for months and lucky to get ‘im for just twenty of ‘em.”
“They’ll get awfully sunburnt,” I moaned, picturing naked flesh turning to rosy pink as the baking sun beat down.
Armed with a 5 litre tub of SPF+50 with added moisturizer, I waited.
Shorn of old greasy coats by the shearer they slid down the chute to the paddock, where each poddy (pet sheep) received a new coat of greasy sunscreen.