26 MAY
It has been pouring, but by half past seven the rain has stopped. Toon Schouteden, Johan's son, brings in the herd. As soon as the sheep spot the dog, patches of white come to life on the heathland. After a few minutes they form a compact herd that grows steadily in size. Hundreds of sheep gather in front of the fencing. No cloud of dust this time, just running sheep trying to avoid the puddles. Once they are all in the pen, the noise is deafening as lambs look for their mothers and mothers call their lambs.