My favourite journey to work is the half hour’s drive to The Mantle’s estate on the edge of Exmoor. The outward trip is always full of photo temptations, especially once the main route is left behind and I have ventured onto B roads, lanes and unmade track. If I am in good time, dependent on tractors and how early I have fallen out of bed, I will pull into the side of the road and take a few snaps. Most opportunities are missed; rabbits disappearing into the undergrowth, lambs scurrying back into the fields, a weasel shooting across my path, or perhaps wild snowdrops, honeysuckled hedgerows, meadows and moor views where no safe parking is apparent. The journey home is similarly strewn with the photogenic teases. Today a buzzard rose from the hedgerow to my right and glided low in front of the car, skimming the rough hedge to my right. Perhaps it is proper that these images are captured only as memories.
These lounging cows were misinformed, just a thimbleful of rain today, if that. The range of colours brought to mind a United Nations of Cattle. All getting on splendidly. We can only hope.