Maybe we will be safe if we hide in here.

Wednesday's woodland mangement task  was to mend the V shaped stile  that these cows had repeatedly forced their way through, to stop them getting into the woods and onto the roads. How I wish they had been wandering round the houses while I was there with my camera. But no they were sheltering in a small patch of woodland.  Nothing to eat except brambles, but lots of shelter from  the gales and driving rain that made us pack up early and go home.

The new stile was not pretty but pretty cow proof we hope.  It only has to last three weeks until the cows are due at the abbatoir.  Maybe they have wind of their fate and are trying to escape.