Finding our own path in this ever-changing new-normal. Lessons from a herd of lively black cows.
Last week, we actually left our local area and packed up the car for a trip away. Something that I would never have registered as being a big deal until living through a pandemic. I booked a few nights away in a cosy cottage, tucked in the rolling hills outside Bath where we could enjoy being somewhere different. It was a wonderful tonic to see a familiar landscape, still unchanged by the ups and downs of these difficult months. Familiar ancient trees welcomed us with their enormous open arms and I felt myself relax and rest a little more than usual. On the sunniest day, we decided to complete a circular walk, through a valley towards a pretty village and back in a giant loop. All was well until we arrived at a field with about thirty lively black cows who greeted us at the muddy gate with unbridled enthusiasm, calling their fellow mates to run and meet us. Wonderful as they were, we decided to not enter their field in case they decided to nibble us or our packed lunch with the sa