Do not eat my hedge

Huge new batch of cows arrived in the field and spent the evening crowded around by our garden freaking out the dog and eyeing my newly planted hedge. I was glad we’d put in stock fencing to keep them at bay and if they nibble the top I guess it’s pruning.   Rather lonely day, Vik went to London to get a haircut (I’d blip his ‘pre’ photo but it’s scary) and most of the team were on a long script call.  Another BBC briefing but I did a lot of reading and notes and watched the cows....