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We stop to photograph the

ruins of an old stone house

in the fading light (it is

after 9 p.m.) and as we go

on we come up behind a

herd of black and white

cows. They trot on ahead of

us – milk bags swinging.
They really can’t get out of

the way because there is nowhere to go with the drop-off on the
left and a stone wall on

the right. Finally we

decided we’d gone far

enough and I get out to

direct M in maneuvering

the car around so we can

go back – not an easy

task with no power

steering.

As we are about to leave

we hear the cows or at least one cow bellowing as though it is

being killer or having really great sex. M wants to go see but

I’m not up for anymore of the road because of the drop-off.

When we get back to the B & B, I call Mike for £15.75 – I really

miss him (could it be the cow?) I’m enjoying this trip but 2

weeks is really too long…

Warmer tonight in our room and we sleep like logs again. We

wish we could foretell the weather but not much chance of that.

It is light so late we are staying up too late.

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