We took a circuitous route from Chedgrave, through Loddon, past pretty cottages dripping with wisteria and locked-down pubs looking sad in the sun, finally arriving at the riverside clearing at Pye’s Mill.
After a brief stopover for some extra vitamin D and a beef baguette, we girded our loins and wandered into the field where the evil cows graze. Keeping a watery ditch between them and us, we proved that man and beast can live together in perfect harmony, as long as they keep to their side of the moat. Job done and safely home, we chucked a couple of burgers on the grill.

‘Beef baguettes’, ‘beefburgers’ – you could really drive the demons down with a bit of beef jerky!!
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😉
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Sounds like an idyllic outing. I live vicariously.
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I’m sorry. Things will get better, I’m sure, well, I hope.
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Lovely photos … and words, of course …
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Thank you! 🙂
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Eating beef before facing down the cows? What if they’d known?
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It’s the Dunkirk spirit! 😉
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