I was nude with my Aunt Louise in the river swimming hole. I, in my teens. Like your spot, in the country and seemingly secluded.

Suddenly, Aunt Louise went still. And told me that we were being watched. And to slowly, very slowly, look around, and then look up at the high cliff above.

I did as told.

I saw a line of thirty or forty pairs of eyes fastened on us.

SHEEP.