Bullish

The weather is very odd. Cold blasts in the shade, and somewhat pleasant in direct sun rays. Little St Mary’s Church was looking enchanting.

At lunchtime I walked around the meadows that abut Cambridge city centre. I momentarily paused on the grass next to a smattering of cow pat coloured and foamy water in which some frogspawn appeared to be clinging on, against all odds.

No sooner had I done that than the herd responsible for polluting the waterway lolloped over and chased me off the embankment. One beast was getting ever so worked up, shaking its head furiously and reclaiming its patch of grass. I sloped off, worried about a headbutt from behind.