Animal Farm

In the space of a week, we've gone from horribly unseasonal rain to full-on hosepipe ban territory; today's been an absolute scorcher, and thankfully work was quiet enough for me to get out and go walking before the sun vanished.

Just outside Quernmore, I came across a field of curious cows. The whole herd made their way over to the fence to say hello (which, for a cow, entails staring at you in absolute silence until things get very awkward). And since it's summertime and the countryside's blooming, I'm in the mood for The Kinks in full village-green-preservation mode.


This world is big and wild and half insane
Take me where real animals are playing
Just a dirty old shack
Where the hound dogs bark
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home

While I lay my head upon my pillow
Girl, come play beneath my window
Though she's far from home
She is free from harm
And she need not fear
She is by my side
And the sky is wide
So let the sun shine bright
On animal farm
My animal home

Girl, it's a hard, hard world, if it gets you down
Dreams often fade and die in a bad, bad world
I'll take you where real animals are playing
And people are real people not just playing
Its a quiet, quiet life
By a dirty old shack
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home