We spotted some cows alongside a fence and the picture they painted against the green meadows was picture-box pretty. The cows looked scrubbed. I wanted to go and inspect them to see if they still had bubbles on them from a recent bath.
Rounding a corner as you so often do on a narrow countryside road, the awesome sight of rapeseed fields that appear are just breathtaking. It’s just yellow, yellow and yellow as far as the eye can see.
You find yourself wanting to jump out the car, run through those fields and dive deep into the yellowness of it all. Sadly it doesn’t last very long, so you really have to hurry out to catch a glimpse of this amazing beauty to fill your mind, heart and memory chips with it.
I stand at the edge of these meadows and in my mind scream for my family and friends in SA to come and see this pretty picture. In fact I stand there wondering why every single person in England is not there, watching in awe. I’ve heard some locals comment that it’s spoiling the traditional countryside, but it’s oh, so lovely.
I guess it’s like a visit to the Kruger National Park. At your first spotting of an Impala, the whole family tumbles against the one side of the car, then after the first 10 or so, you don’t bat an eye and in fact wonder if Impala have taken over the park. Anyway, you’re looking for something much more interesting then, aren’t you? Elephants, lions, a kill.
Well, I think it’s going to take me a good number of years before I become blase about the yellow meadows.
Speaking of kills, I’m always saddened when I travel in the early hours of the morning to find tiny fox cubs that have been run over in the night as they attempt to follow their mothers across the A30 into the bushes beyond. I suppose when mixed with speeding traffic, the splendour of countryside has it’s dangers as well.