You can hear EVERYTHING! At FULL VOLUME ! At TWO O'CLOCK in the FECKING MORNING !!
Ok I feel better now
The receptionist apologised and came out to show us the way out of town.
Christine and I can both remember as kids ( about 60 years ago ) helping to take milk to the factory in cans , on a trailer behind the old fergy tractors. Because we were nice and early this morning we were able to see the local peasants taking their milk to the collection points for the little tanker to take on to the factory
I watched them carefully weigh each can and then use a hydrometer to check it was all milk and not topped up with donkey pee. I wasn't allowed to photograph inside in case I took some secrets back to NZ
Good news , the road was rough and we were constantly dodging potholes, horse shit and geese, but hardly a truck ! Good tip for you guys following
Further along we saw larger dairy herds which I presume were machine milked, but still no fences. Just a Shepard ( is that the correct term for a cow minder? )
On a large plain, you could see several flocks being kept apart
About Vedea, half way there, we saw a gypsy camp by the river. The usual kids coming out to wave and give us high fives but oh boy. These were filthy little buggers , and they tried to stop us, running behind trying to open bags and feeling for anything loose.
Up to now Christine's been scared of the stray dogs, but apart from one who got his teeth into my saddle bag and nearly pulled me up, they haven't been a problem. More weary of gypsies now!
When they enter a shop , an assistant will stay beside them until they leave !
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