A few days ago, a neighbour asked if I'd be happy to show a visitor from Brazil my collie dog working the sheep, and maybe let her have a go.
In the end I decided to be accommodating and it was agreed that they'd come this morning, weather permitting. The neighbour runs a farm B&B so I had assumed this was just someone who had booked into their B&B. So we made no specific preparations...
Well it turns out, they are a team making a film for a Brazilian travel programme. So there's us in our working clothes (and we've got a tup out, so I have stains from rudd as well as the usual collection of purple, orange and yellow marker sprays, purple and blue anti-septic and -biotic sprays, dung, urine, blood etc...) Oh, no, they said, this was great. All to be natural. There seem to be two cameramen, an organiser lady, the presenter and her young son ... crumbs.
It turned out to be great fun, the dogs worked beautifully, the cameraman got footage he was very pleased with, the youngster had a whale of a time chasing the sheep all around the field with Skip helping him as best he could, ("Oh, ok. So you're a shepherd? Not a very good shepherd, maybe, and a rather smaller and shriekier shepherd than the other shepherds I've worked with, plus you don't seem to speak any English, but I'll help as much as I can...") I did tell the presenter that her son was now officially worrying the sheep and that according to English law I could now shoot him, but she was pretty good at reading body language, and just laughed...

So now I am wondering whether, when I see Claire Balding or Julia Bradbury doing their walks, whether they too have stayed at a local B&B and had a long breakfast, driven to the site of the 'shoot', put the rucksack on their backs and made a bit of film, got back in the car and driven to the next site...
Yeah, I know, someone said there was no such thing as fairies, too...