Ringwood cows

A morning in Ringwood, for a change.  I worked there for many years but haven't been back for a long time.  I hardly recognised it.  It had changed so much.  Then a bit of a scramble this afternoon as my younger nephew, who I didn't see when I was visiting his mum these last few days, suddenly messaged me to say could he come down tomorrow.  Fine.  Actually it will be just for the day.  What?!  It's 200 miles! Well, if that's what he wants to do, who am I to argue?