Cowin' hell

It's worth exclaiming about the brilliance of the weather at the moment. I'm usually known widely as a UK weather misery guts, but I want to place credit where it's due.

I loafed in the sun on the thistly long grass on Coldham's Common until a herd of Cambridge cows (which I've seen termed Camcattle) wandered over to a water trough and started poking around my things. It's daunting when a group of bullocks looms overhead when you're dozing in a sun-baked slumber. I was forced to relocate, so went back home and gathered up picnic items ready for a hopefully cow-less evening of pitta bread, hummus and trifle back on the Common. Despite bovine hazards, Cambridge in the summer is bloody delightful.