Yep, the blimming cows!
During autumn and winter, the National Trust who happens to own the headland near where we live, has an agreement with farmers in our area that allows their cows to graze on their property, which is supposed to help the wild flowers grow in the spring time. I’m not really sure it’s working though …
The problem with the blimming cows is that the enormous headland suddenly becomes small. And all the dog-walkers of course have to put their dogs in leashes, and when it rains non-stop, the headland’s walk-path becomes really mucky, almost impassable. If you’re lucky, your boots won’t get stuck in all mud. The locals in our area are not pleased with the cows, I don’t blame them.
So the first thing we do, as soon as we get to the headland is to take note of where the cows are. Then we choose which part of the headland to head for. Sometimes though, you’ll find them littered all over the stitches – when that’s the case. I usually take Doc to the other part of the headland, which is separated by thick hedges and bushes. That way, the excitable Doc can still have a run around, without the fear of disturbing the blimming cows.
Please can we share the headland?
You can all stay on one side
and I’ll stay on the other side.
I love the smell of your dung.