I really should have cut the grass.

Seriously it is not our garden.

The cattle are down on the meadows by the Hospital of St Cross & Almshouse of Noble Poverty (what a great name). The grass here was fairly short a few feet away all you could see of the cattle was their heads.

We had a lovely evening walk around the water meadows before returning back for a meal prepared by Adam. I could get used to eating al fresco, this is a real summer.