Written on 13 April 2019
Mable loved the peak district. She was so glad to be free from her last home, though.
She probably would have loved it pretty much anywhere now that she was free of that place.
She would climb to the highest possible point she could, and she’d just become overwhelmed by the rolling green.
Miles and miles of rolling green.
So much green, and then her.
One smatter of colour against endless greens of the fields and blues of the skies.
All the other cows thought she was a bit weird.