Sitting Bull.

J couldn't make his mind up this morning,  whether  he would go out on the motorbike, or not.  After much debating, he decided he would cut the lawns instead.  Almost as soon as he had finished, the heavens opened, and he was so glad  that he had made the right decision.  This afternoon the sun came out, so we decided to go for a drive down to Park Slip. There was no sign of any dragonflies or butterflies, but we saw the Highland cattle in a distant field. We couldn't get very close, and had to climb up a bank to get a photo. He was having an afternoon doze by the looks of things. I tried to wake him up by shouting, Ye ha, and other stupid noises , but he didn't take any notice.  Back home now, and looking forward to chicken and vegetables, in a giant Yorkshire pudding with a rich chicken gravy , and ONE glass of wine, and yes folks, I really  mean one glass.