'Spring is sprung, the grass is riz... I wonder
where the moo-cows iz?'
This field is usually full of cows by now but, so
far, they haven't turned up to do their regular summer job of keeping the grass
down. No-one I know has ever seen them arrive or leave, which is a bit of a
mystery, as the field is adjacent to a very busy road and surrounded by houses.
There is a theory that the cows are beamed in from outer space, but I favour
the idea that they come up from underground, like pantomime demons on a
trapdoor. I have reached this conclusion because sometimes they disappear for a
few hours in the middle of the day. I wonder if they sneak off down tunnels to
the seaside? They'd certainly find everything they could possibly need at this
shop.
Note the woolly hats and gloves on the left. This
is Yorkshire, after all. But why, in the name of all that's plastic, would you
need a table mat on the beach? Or perhaps the rather handsome gorillas are the
equivalent of naughty postcards for the cows to send to their friends. Maybe
they'd buy one of the alarmingly coloured toy sheep {which I initially thought
were balls of wool to knit more gloves} from the basket in the centre of the
picture.
I too usually like to purchase a small souvenir
whenever I visit some interesting venue on a summer outing. I managed to resist
this one though!
