It is the morning cow move. I had drained the water lines the night before. The hose to the tank is free of ice. With a bit of wiggling the brass connector operates.

Water is coming down from the yards, a route through 500m of hose. It takes a while to get all the air out but it isn’t blocked with ice.

So the black hose connects to the red hose and the fussy cows get their pure town water.

That was a frosty morning, although the day got above freezing later. The weather here is mild.

There’s no snow, just frost. And cows.

A good morning to wear gloves.

Today’s Pick of the Pops (1969 and 1978) was a fine show and included Kate Bush’s singular Wuthering Heights, however it is impossible for us to hear that song without singing the Mr. Floppy falsetto version.

Heathcliffe, it’s me, Floppy, I’ve come home, I’m so cold let me into your window.