Cows

The cows on the distance look passive enough sunning themselves on the hill but I was on my own, it's a long way back to the stile, I couldn't see what sex they were and there have been a couple of stories lately of people being killed by cows. So I stopped at the stile and went home.
Weather complete contrast to yesterday, our visiting young men had a splendid time at the Orienteering Event then came back to carry on eating the mountains of food I had made for the weekend, before they returned to Edinburgh.  It was fun having house guests. Son R remains- his turn to cook I think