Woolly Cows!!!

When we were in Bibury we came across these wonderfully, woolly cows. I’d loved to have plunged my hands into their pelts..but I didn’t get the chance.

Violated!

Poor cow! Breached by Adam when he needed a pint to get over the shock when he thought his wallet had been stolen!

I meanwhile was being traumatised by Mortimer Bones! “All you have to do is sit in the front and drink tea” she said! Hmm..as she pointed out it’s not everyday you learn how to steer a narrowboat and get groped by a man from the Evirnonment Agency (and a poet to boot). Still, I’d forgive that lass anything and she’s just got another 3 years funding to look at brains – hurrah!

Tomorrow, A. and I are off to Scotland via Yorkshire and Co.Durham. The Boy is looking at golf courses and I’ll be catching up with friends I haven’t seen for a criminally long time. I’ll also get a day trolling around Edinburgh, which is one of my fave. places. There are two exhibitions I want to see, and I’m sure I’ll make my usual pilgrimage to the coffee shop in John Lewis’ which has one of the best view of the city and hot chocolate to die for.

And yes, Sandy, the Golf Course Architecture gopher is coming too!

Reportage – One for You Huw

I was in a CRAP mood today (an excess of belly dancing?) – so we went for a walk. This meant I could wear my NEW SHOES (£10 from Lidl). I must point out that my trousers aren’t really that short, I am pulling them up to show off my socks.

Before I went to college, a friend of my brother advised me to make friends with Port Meadow and Christchurch Meadow, as they will always be there for you, even when everyone else has moved on.

Huw and I used to have a tramp round Port Meadow at least once a week, and it kept me sane in a mad, little goldfish bowl. It’s reassuringly unchanging.

The cows are still there.

The river bank is eroding quite a bit though.

The geese paraded their chicks on the water……

….and on the bank. It was interesting to see how many different sizes of chick there were.

And there are the horses of course – I’ve never seen a spotty one like this one before.

For a person who professes not to like having their picture taken the Boy sure does pose a lot!

These cosws seemed to be adopting the Roman military tactic of the tortoise.

The wind was up and the sailors were out.

And I couldn’t resist a close up of the ivy and this nice rusty thing.

The canoists were having fun – although there was many a cry of “can we have our ball back please?”.

This chap wasn’t having a good day. Just after I took this he mananged to knock the keel off.

And had to tow into land, while the cows giggled.

Here is my new car….sadly not, but there’s obviously money in boat yards.

The wind was making life difficult for this punt. That said, I haven’t seen a punt in Port Meadow since I took part in the circular round Oxford punt challenge – that was quite a day.

The path to the Perch still looks very inviting. I seem to recall that we would often make it this far and no further!

This was one very HAPPY hound.

Ah The Trout – refurbed and very pricey, but a welcome sight none the less.

Peacocks are show offs!