I’ve recently returned from visiting Cornwall and walking a little of the Coastal path spotting a few cows along the way. One afternoon whilst following the guide book of walks back across footpaths to the village of Tywardreath brought a bovine vision – loads of them by the gate. On entering the field I felt like I was being mobbed as they all flocked to gather round and even the ones on the outer edges ran to join them. Very quickly, a sea of brown and white jockeyed for position with each offering a slobbering tongue to assess me.
A swift return to the other side of the gate was necessary until the excitement calmed down a little. I did get some great reference photos as they were all doing their best to get noticed. It must be like this being someone like Tom Jones….well, without the knickers being hurled, obviously.
Eventually, they did lose a bit of interest so I could go back in to the field in an attempt to find the way marker and continue. With most of the herd following me there followed a game of Grandma’s Footsteps as each time I turned around and 120 or so hooves fell silent as they all stopped and became statues.
They correctly made their way out of the field via the hidden way marker whilst I took a different route and ended up performing the limbo like an idiot underneath barbed wire. It was, one of those rare moments in life when there is a distinct advantage to being small. I did, however, return the next day with my sketch book and after a few close calls with the slobber did manage a few drawings.
Me with cow (contrary to how this appears I am not taking her dinner order)
If I lived closer to this herd they would be my new best friends, what’s not to love?!
HerdandScene 