These Lads are our nearest neighbours, we see them on opening the curtains in the morning and throughout the day. They are quiet unobtrusive fellows who apart from grazing the lush green pasture only raise their heads to stare at our comings and goings.
It is rumoured that they are grazing on holy ground, for there is said to have been an ancient oratory that once stood on the rise of this field. I fancy that it was long ago and probably made of wood for there is nothing to be seen now. Nothing, not even an indentation on the ground remains, just a sense of peacefulness.
Many rumours surround my old home and I was told when moving here that there was gold buried behind the cottage. What they didn't say was how far behind.
I think it would have to be many miles away, in the nearest town; although on digging once, I did find some yellowed old bones of an animal - probably of an ass.
There are of course 'the good people' who wander around just before dusk and at times they can be quite active. A bottle of whisky went missing once when we had a party that went on for two days in the back garden.
We had laid down the drink in the long grass to keep it in a place of safety away from the dancers and frolickers and there it stayed for two nights along with a bottle of cider.
In the morning only the cider remained...... 'they' know what they like best you see.
360 degrees of bucolic, it seems. Very nice.
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DeleteAlways enjoy your posts
ReplyDeleteThank you Harlow always good to hear from you.
DeleteAll looks nice and peaceful. We have only been to Ireland once and we absolutely loved it - the scenery, the food, the people. We intend to return one day.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your joy Pat and it is a great little country to visit and live in.
DeleteI particularly enjoy watching them gambol & run together - they seem to full of joy at just being alive.
ReplyDeleteYes they do indeed! Thank you for the comment.
DeleteWell you'd have known if I was the culprit for the cider would have gone.
ReplyDeleteThank you John I will remember that if we ever meet. First though if it had been English Westcountry cider instead of Irish cider I would have drank it too :)
DeleteWe have some 'good people' too H, who can be quite noisy at times. Your neighbours are the best kind of neighbours. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood four footed neighbours who don't slam car doors at night !
DeleteI love seeing cattle in the fields-the proper place for them. Interesting stories of your house and surrounding areas.
ReplyDeleteThose lads give us a lot of joy Suzie also thank you for your appreciation of my blog post.
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