Yesterday we loaded up Mr Big and drove him up-hill and down-dale along the tiniest, windiest, steepest lanes you’ve ever seen to his new home. It was a stunning drive, albeit long and perilous in the extreme for a towing truck with a tonne and a quarter of valuable bull on board.
Our destination was beautiful wooded valley hidden along the southern slopes of Exmoor; so spectacular (and dry!) I thought about offering myself up as stockman or personal assistant to Mr Big at the very least. This is how our persistently sodden land affects us – we lunge for dryness like drowning men grasp passing driftwood!
Ensconced in the yard with stunning views overlooking the River Barle Mr Big appeared almost immune to his strange new surroundings taking just a whisker of a second to zone in to the aromatic promise of a brand new harem!
After a brief tour of this beautiful farm, and a very welcome cup of tea, we left Mr Big – looking magestic – waiting for his new women to be brought before him.