Field of Doom

Yestrday was a bit grey and meh. Today was nice. Managed to find a new 10k route based on Friday’s explore.

But it involved crossing this field of cows. It emerged recently that the rest of the family are scared of cows. Including the boy who recently had to turn back when some Cornish cows stole his lunch money.

But I pressed on. One of the cows (might gave been a young bullock when I counted the dangly bits) tried to face me down but I gave him the steely-eyed glare and he ran off.

The now traditional Sunday evening Zoom meeting with H and C and mum!

Tomorrow I get mum onto WhatsApp...