So time for a coffee I thought and off I go to the caravan. Made the coffee and sat down, you may know we have a farm field long side us and having just come from a farm mini break I'm now fully used to a variety of country sounds. As I had my coffee, I'm thinking those cows in the field are making a lot of noise and turn round to see what all the problem was. OMG they are lovely cows but what are they doing in our garden!
Rushing out to take a look you realise cows are big buggers and don't speak very good English maybe arm flapping might do something! Sure enough off they run...yes run round the side only to be met by a cow dog, assume thats what he was and not some stray up for the craic, anyway he chased them back again trying to get in front of them. My poor lawn has shit in several places and lots of hoof prints! A young farm hand arrives and whistles something in Cornish cow language and off they go back round the building and out the driveway they came through heading of into the village, last seen the farm hand called a jaunty 'sorry' and that was it over and done with. Yet another exciting country experience all you townies miss out on!
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