What a treat it was that the cows came in to be milked, while my sister and I were having lunch at the farm in Yorkshire.
There was a large pile of hay in one corner.
Many of the cows made straight for it and rubbed their faces in it!
It was quite an odd thing to see!
They had walked from a field up in the distance and travelled down the road to this field.
When we left we had to wait for the last of them to arrive.
It reminded me of one of my childhood memories, when visiting a farmer friend of my parents in the heart of the Cheshire countryside.
I remember driving down those narrow country lanes, with very high hedgerows and not enough room for two cars to pass without one squeezing into the hedge!
We were brought to a sudden standstill when we came upon a herd of cows ambling along in the middle of the road on their way back to the farm to be milked.
As youngsters we just wanted to get there. We had yet to learn patience. Cows waddling at their leisure down a country lane will teach you that patience. In the end you simply have to sit back and enjoy the scene.
And when you are older, you will look back and appreciate just how lucky you were to witness it.
Wait till the cows come home indeed!