Poor Cows

Moorooned on their own wee island.

All this old testament rain's caused the River Devon here to burst it's banks and flood a new channel across the field. Unfortunately this mother and her two calves were too busy chewing the cud to notice this all going on and are now landlocked on this narrow strip of land. Looks like all their neeburs burgered off and left them too.

The rain had actually stopped by this evening and allowed us a bit of a spin on the cycles. Spotted a suspicious looking type lurking under the grafitti bridge with a camera and stopped for a chat (being a fellow suspicious type myself). A bit of biking talk and we pedalled off in different directions. Euan and I ended up wandering down a previously unexplored farm track where a mad barking dog came bounding towards us as we biked by. Then a massive mad barking horse soon followed to scare the bejesus out of us (not a horse really, but an Irish Wolfhound I think; didn't really stop long enough to get a good look as the fence that separated us hardly reached the proverbial dog's bollocks and it could've been over and swallowed Euan and his bike in no time). Had to manoeuvre a large locked gate just past this, as we definitely weren't back tracking, and spent the next couple of miles cycling through mud. Samantha made us undress outside when we got back home.

Great fun.