Constable’s stake out

by 3arn0wl

With St. Nick’s way off in the distance, its aspiring protuberance drawing the eyes heavenward toward a moody sky,  the Lower Snodding meadows were looking inviting.

In one of those barely noticed annual rites,  J.W. turned his steers out onto the Common earlier today – another indicator of the certainty that Summer follows Spring.

The cattle lowed in frisky delight at the prospect of the lush grass on the banks of the Bredy. “The grass is really good this year because we’ve had such a warm spring,” he said.

And as he watched the delightful scene before him, he added: “They’ll be alright, so long as people don’t get too close to ’em”.

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