Meet me on the corner...

Funny Saturday morning alternating between July sunshine and drizzle. Quite humid and appealing to the horse flies.

Put out after breakfast. We could see Ken's clinic continuing in the school. After a graze we stood at the corner at the highest point in the field to catch the breeze and ward off flies by swishing each other with our tails: an example of co-operation amongst cobs for their mutual benefit.

Dad says there is an old song by Lindisfarne called "Meet me on the Corner." He will probably sing it to me when we are next schooling. I prefer acid house, although Dibby admits he quite likes early Fairport Convention.