Could She Be One Of Ours?

On Monday, Seniors' Day, several of the old boys did not make it back to the club house by lunch time, which was a bit scary as they normally tee off about 4 am (nothing like getting on with things) so that they can be back home for the nine am weather forecast. The cause of the problem was the apparition above. Dear old Alan who was pottering around up the top claims to have taken the picture with his Brownie. Anyway several pacemakers went awry, palpitations were the order of the day and Bill Eaton appeared to be salivating when he was eventually found. Others are still wandering helplessly around Bradnor. The sheep should be safe for a while now.