Bog Myrtle & Peat

It’s a grand swell of pride to go up among the calves of 2019. They stand to their hocks in the seedheads, and they snuff the wind and blink as I come near.

We finished up with three perfect riggit calves, two solid black calves and two jumbly beasts which lie somewhere on the spectrum between belts and riggs. They are six bulls and a single heifer, and they make for an odd spectacle when you see them together. But perhaps the more important matter is that they’re fit and healthy and they’ve been up and away without the merest touch of assistance.

There is so much more on this to come, and I publish this in brief because I suddenly look back and realise that the summer has slid past without fully marking the arrival of these beasts.