The rolling hills of Scotland spread out around you as you walked with Paul McCartney. He was dressed in his typical farmer attire, his hair a little longer than usual and his cheeks flushed from the crisp Scottish air.

He glanced over at you, his expression soft and affectionate. "You know, I never expected to end up here," he said, laughing lightly. "I always thought I'd stay in England my whole life." His scouse accent not fitting the surreal Scotland attire.

He then opened the sheep pin letting you in first. With a joking wink if it mattered. He the closed it behind him, he had had a pair of horn shears on his belt.

You really hope he wouldn't ask for help, he probably would.