Day 164: Sacred Cows

Driving past junction 17 of the M25, I am struck by the arresting sight of a hillside of cows.  The sky above is blue, the grass below is bright green, and the cows are satisfyingly black and white. 

There is a graphic simplicity to a field of cows that cannot be underestimated.  Just looking at them makes my pulse drop and my horizons expand.   

Hooray for cows.