How Much Would You Pay for the Best Milk in the World?

Just milked the two house cows: Nell and Dorothy.

Nell is an angel and Dorothy wants to be one but she's not sure if she is allowed to behave as well as that.

When she was first invited into the milking parlour she was a little bit over awed and had to be coaxed. Now she loves the apples she gets and wants to come in with enthusiasm but has somehow decided that she can't enter unless coaxed.

Coaxing in her case involves popping a halter over her horns and then being led in. To begin with it also involved pulling but now she only just waits for the rope to touch her horns and she speeds in.

The evening fun started with the usual walk uphill to find the two cows but tonight it was raining and foggy and I almost despaired of ever finding them when I spied a whitish shape (grey Dot's white daughter) and honed in to find the herd in an unusual enclave preparing for bedtime.

Fog disorientates us and perhaps it disorients bovines also though I cannot really envisage a cow getting as lost as I once did in very thick version of it!