Our first night we were on a peninsula. There was no camping on the beach, so we were on a quest to find a place to stay. A friendly farmer let us drive up into his hills, and clearly stated we could sleep with “his cows and his sheep.” That is exactly what we did.
Besides the cow poop and strange spiky things in the grass, oh...and the insane wind storm that night and the cows and sheep mooing and baahhhing all night long...all was well. It was a bad night sleep, but quite the experience. It was gorgeous! I’ll write more when I can :)
This looks fun, and with all of the cows so open about their poo, you should feel right at home!
ReplyDeleteJacob should be happy. Instead of the cows coming home, you went to the cows home. Love you.
ReplyDeleteLooks gorgeous but I'm glad I have my soft bed. xox
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