Oh Ah, me lovelies, I said I was off to the farm the other day, and this is the actual place in my village. The barn was full of big cows chewing cud which gave them a such a smelly breath. I wonder if those city kiddie-winkles know this is where the milk comes from.
Talking of milk, I didn't bottle my journey onwards, after stopping to view the moos of course, passing right of the barn and onto the smelliest place in the village, a very large dung heap. Don't worry my friends, I did stop to take a picture of it, which I will show you another time, flies and all.
The hills and the skies were beautiful as I continued down a narrow rough path reaching a couple of kissing gates. That was far enough for this adventure and I realised that I had to return via the smelly pile of dung and the dung producers, stopping for that black mini panther in yesterdays photograph.
It was time to get out of the area so that I could take a deep breath of fresh air, quickly mooooving away from the farm. Hope you're beginning to realise that my village has everything, including me the old explorer.
Udderly beautiful farm scene. It looks like a beautiful day for a walk.
Anything to report at the kissing gate?
I’m looking forward to your large pile of poop pic.
Anything to report at the kissing gate?
I’m looking forward to your large pile of poop pic.