26 MAY
At seven in the morning the first sheep saunter out of the pen. They hesitate, run a bit, wait for the rest and then dash off to the moors like a big cloud of dust. Johan Schouteden closes the electric fence, a white tape. The fence is due for a check today: the tape must be taut. With his border collie in the back of the pick-up, he drives through escape routes and narrow paved roads marked with skull-and-crossbones signs. The moors are a military training ground and live ammunition is used here. The sheep are used to it, but the farmer isn