The Cow Shed
Each night the cows come here before ambling up to the milking shed. They are fed all sorts of things that I didn’t know cows ate, and as the farmers have a lot of cows and it is a small dairy, they come here in shifts.
For those who read my Beyond Bluestockings blog, this is the infamous scene of the not-so-successful exit in my once sparkly, pink thongs. A cow shed after a week of rain is not a pretty place: certainly it is not a place for delicate footwear. You live and learn.