Cows.
Tyrone.
Tyrone cows in the rolling hills of the largest and prettiest (well, as long as you don't think too much about Fermanagh) of all counties the north has to offer. This time of year when the trees are blossoming and the plants are... um... blossoming too, the grass looks greener, the smells a little richer and all the colours are just a little sharper. And the cows are... well, pretty much the same as always. So different from the bustling, noisy, polluted ways of the city. Must really get back for a wee bit of a holiday soon.
4 comments:
You're welcome any time you want to come home and examine our rustic delights - and cut the grass if you have a spare minute - oh, and trim the hedge, and strim the edges, and just now there's the delights of the nieghbours spreading one of the cows by-products over the fields and sending us to close the windows and reach for the air freshener!! But apart from all that everything in Tyrone is just fine and dandy
It does look nice, doesn't it? Hmm...don't realise how pretty it is until you leave. I miss open space like that, and the lack of high-rise apartment blocks on the horizon.
You really need too get to County Down. Best County in the world EVER.
whats all this business about open spaces and fesh air? land was invented for multi story car parks and high rise office blocks. Cows? burn 'em says I. only good for barbeques.
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