This side of Croft Hill is usually shady - the resident herd of cows, just seven of them, hide amongst the oak trees on hot days. At this time of the year you are just as lIkely to find a herd of children running through the piles of leaves, maybe heading for the rope swing suspended from one of the boughs. You may also come across a Shepherdman lying on his tummy, camera in hand, dog waiting by his side.
