Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Curiouser and curiouser. As I came back from the village this morning, along the cowpat-splattered towpath, I saw another bunch of bullocks - maybe the same ones, maybe other ones - seventeen of them this time. On the other side of the canal. So are there two canalside bovine farms, one on each side, whose inmates have simultaneously decided to go a-wandering (perhaps it was the full moon...). Or were they the same ones, in which case, how on earth did they get across the canal?