I ventured out into the lands of the militia today, and got lost. I thought I knew where I was going, and thought I knew where I was when I arrived but as I didn't recognise anyone in the yard, or see anything that remotely resembled three naughty Ryeland sheep I drove on. And being a bloke didn't ask anyone for directions so ended up back at Rock HQ deficit sheep.
Mission fail.
My beautiful and oh so patient wife then very kindly phoned the militia base who confirmed their location and that they had seen yours truly in their yard and leaving before anyone could stop him.
A new rescue mission is planned for tomorrow.
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