We followed the river for a brief period then continued
north-west for a moment until we’d past some railings on our right containing a
yard of skips. Shortly after that on our left was a kissing gate which took us
into a field bearing south-west with a small line of fenced trees separating us
from the river. We bore south-west to another kissing gate then crossed a farm
track to a third kissing gate on our right where we climbed a gently sloped
grass hill towards a row of trees. On the horizon of this field was a gate which
slope down to the next field. A farmer was busy tending to a cow that had
passed away and was attaching a net around its carcass so that it could be
carried away by forklift. My mother was absolutely fascinated by this as she’d often had a fear of cows in
fields.
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