On the way into Penzance I am often stopped by the neighbours crossing the road
It’s a small dairy herd, a family farm producing milk and they live just across the lane.
It’s so good to see them, to switch off the engine and watch the brothers gently leading them from the dairy to the pasture, to remember Spot the collie who used to live with them many years ago and who was always sitting at the farm gate, watching the cars pass by.
Dylan, another neighbour from the past, a large Bouvier des Flandres, was in love with Spot and when it was ‘that time of year’ he would stroll down our lane, cross the fields and settle down beside her, moaning gently. He was a gentleman – never tried it on – just wanted to be close.
In those days people allowed their dogs much more freedom to roam. They had independent friendships and adventures.
Memories are always shadowing me here in Lamorna. Quite comforting to be here while I gather strength for the drive south to the sunshine.
I like your caws! I would like the peaceful times come back to Lamorna:
when dogs cough roam free following their instincs… But lots of british dogs are sterilitzates… Can they follow their needs completly? But this is an other theme for an other blog!
I remember, once ago on the Pirineus, near the Canigó, thousens of caws running down the mountain, like an “stampida” around me.
I have a big respect for caws. I’m happy these ones have a very good life for a milky caw living our days…
Who is realy natural and free?
Oh dear Pepsi – I feel your sadness! but natural is a relative term. Contraception is not natural for humans either yet so many women would desperate or dead if it didn’t exist! And I am sure that female dogs would agree that a long life, happy and free is better than constant litters of puppies and being harassed every 8 months. but we must agree to disagree:)
I love your caws but usually it they are called cows.
Come back anytime to the gentle peace of Lamorna – it still exists! but you’d better be quick as I leave in a week. XXX
I am sorry to interrupt your ramblings with something so insane, but seriously? There is a place actually called Penzance? As in the Pirates of Penzance, the famous play?
Ok. Once again, sorry to interrupt.