Evening walk
Sometimes the urge to sit down at the end of the day is strong. I sit and read blogs and watch "Location, Location, Location" and potter about on the internet trying to find the name of a rose I planted up by the swing where I have yet again unaccountably lost the label. But every now and then we have an evening so beautiful that it is a crime not to go out into it and walk into the view, a still, warm evening where the sky is so blue it might never go dark. Up the drive we go and over the fence the cows lift their heads as we walk by. They were indoors all winter. When they were let out a few weeks ago I was working in the field planting out sweetpeas. I suddenly heard a distant bellowing and then the ground seemed to vibrate. I walked up to see what was going on and the cows were thundering down the field in a huge galloping arc. I have often seen horses run for the sheer pleasure of the movement but never cows before. They are used to...