This morning was grey and wet. We didn’t fancy any of our regular walks so decided to go a little further afield. We ended up at Culzean Castle which is about half an hour down the coast from us. By the time we got there the sky was blue and the sun shining. We headed straight for the stables tea room and figured our route over cappuccino and cakes.

We started out at the Castle.

Then down into the formal gardens in front of the Castle where there was archery practice in progress.

Through the woods.

Around the Swan Pond.

A quick stop for treats and icecream.

Through some more woodland and down to a little sandy cove.

There wasn’t a soul in sight but Biggly Boy started barking frantically at something on the rocks down the other end of the beach. We couldn’t console him so Paul took him down to prove to him there was nothing there. It turned out that he’d picked up the scent of a rotting seal carcass.

Exploring the caves on the beach.

Then along the cliffs back towards the castle.

And finally down to the beach beneath Culzean Castle.

Picture this.. a peaceful afternoon.. Beanie & Biggles chilling out with us in our office.

In due course they both go out to the garden to answer nature’s call and (almost) come face to face with this:

Yep, a cow went rogue, busted out of its field and came to chew the grass at the other side of our garden fence! Biggles was strangely quiet by the time I got down there with them. Maybe he was all woofed-out, having already defended us from the postman and a courier earlier in the day, but Beanie stepped up to the plate and did a great job of repelling this would-be gate crasher.

It took a few minutes, but eventually the cow couldn’t endure any more of Beanie’s indignant woofage (or maybe ran out of grass to eat) and headed back into its field. We’re safe again.. but for how long?