the Jack Mytton Way

It has been such delightful walking weather today that we didn't get too bad tempered about the fact that some of the footpaths had been blocked off.    

It seems word got out about yesterday's blip on the cattle grapevine and we were menaced into a corner of a field by a herd of big uddered meadow ladies.      Good job my house boy has some cow whispering practice.  It all felt mildly  perilous until we managed to get the other side of the gate.

12 miles clocked up.  I'm now off to winch myself into the bath.

extras;  the angry mob of moo cows
              the house boy left a few messages