encounter with cows

During the lockdown, I’ve begun going to the racecourse when I have time for a proper walk, as there is plenty of space to avoid people. As well as the paths around the track, there’s also a small wooded area, where I know I will be completely alone, and there are a couple of places where you can climb over stiles and get onto footpaths that cross the adjoining fields.

There’s a proper made-up path on the inside of the track, but I prefer the natural path thats skirts the racecourse; this is quite narrow, but you can always dip under the fence to ensure the recommended distance is adhered to.
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what a cow (notes for a poem)

cow

Yesterday I paid a short visit to Madrid to get some paperwork done. It involved more hours on the bus than I actually spent in the capital, but I enjoy travelling as it – usually – allows me time to read, write or listen to audio books. Not yesterday morning, though.

The driver on the way into town was el conductor que más habla del mundo and we were regaled with tales of the cow – over 200 kilos – that ran out in front of the bus that morning…
 
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