We needed to be in London overnight but what to do with a bottle fed lamb?  So our daughter agreed to have him in her suburban garden which is completely enclosed and he slept in the metal cat crate safe from the clutches of urban foxes.  He travelled in a box in the passenger seat of my car and was quite keen on the music CDs that my brother made for my birthday or maybe the music drowned out the sound of the occasional bleats as we went around sharp bends.  We are, thankfully, back home now and none the worse for wear.  Wiggle was a great attraction for all of daughters neighbours and friends and their children.  Apparently Wiggle is quite good at football!