Torrential rain yet again today, which meant that the journey to work was more like aquaplaning than driving. I am singularly unimpressed with having to drive with limited vision and sidelights on in mid-June. Almost at my journey's end and I had one of those moments when 'I'm seeing it but I ain't believin' it.'
A cow was daintily placing left front hoof on the road, obviously with a view to crossing to the other side, come what may, followed by about ten more, appearing one by one from behind the hedge. One had decided to opt out already, though. She was sitting comfortably, watching the proceedings with a placid air. As I slowed down and came to a stop beside the leader, she apparently thought better of it, thoughtfully withdrew the left hoof and retreated to the grass verge.
I could almost hear her:
"OK folks, maybe the grass on the other side isn't greener after all."
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Nice one Jen.
I love that profile statement.
Go for it girl!
Age is but an attitude.
In my mind I'm 26, no I'me 25....
XXX
Hmm had a similar encounter with sheep last week, must be something in the wet summer air!
Hope youre well Jenny xxxx
Foolish beasts! They must be mad. It's a bovine disease, you know. LOL!
Thanks, Birdman. The ideal is to be 25 with the experience and confidence of 50, I guess. ;)
Wallo, I'm fine thanks. Hope you are too. I once passed a ewe taking her lamb for a walk down the middle of the Formby by-pass!
Dale, maybe that's why I am happy to be a vegetarian!
What exactly is a "journey to walk"? Is this like Nelson Mandela's "Long Walk to Freedom"? Or were you guzzling red wine again as you made your blog entry? Hic! Keef! KEEEEEF! Nuvva bockle n mek it snappy!
How did you guess, YP? But, sadly, I don't have a Yorkshire accent and I am the one that gets the next bottle! :)
When visiting Chatsworth Estate last week, we soon realised that the local sheep had priority on the roads, although some seemed to have Kamikaze tendencies.
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