Country Diary
This spring will be remembered for record rainfall and coronavirus. All we need now is the four horsemen of the apocalypse to come trotting down the drive.
It’s normally around now that we have our annual pre-natal consultation. This consists of my asking anxiously of the cows, “Anyone bagging up* yet?” And Davie growling, “They’ll come when they are ready.” Which is true, of course.
Though, sadly, we had a
