More signs of riverside fence hopping this morning. I expect Buttercup is the culprit. Himalayan balsam must be the cattle’s equivalent of pudding or ice cream. The rest of the herd must have noticed Buttercup amongst the balsam and they are probably practicing her method as I write this blog post. Before long they will all be doing it and demolishing the stock fences in the process.

One night, Wayne might get the idea that it would be good to pay a visit to their ancestral grazing grounds way up north in Shetland and Galloway, and buttercup has provided them with the knowledge necessary to succeed in making the initial escape from the marsh. Maybe Wayne is just not bright enough to get the idea in the first place…I wouldn’t count on it, though.