On Saturday I went to visit some of the rellies. On the way I drove past the old cottage my Mother was living in while she was courting my Father. It looked so lovely all painted blue and white, sitting on the road side amongst all the green pasture.
Suddenly I noticed a big black bull on the porch. He looked wonderful standing there nuzzling the door knob looking for his owners. So big, black and strong and yet so friendly. Isn’t he the sweetest thing ever!