Wild Coos

After viewing todays lots we decided not to bid any further at Railtons; Charlie picked up his two oil paintings, both were of a countryside setting, and have heavy gilded frames.

I've often wonder how Railton gets bidders to purchase things they don't want; walking around the auction house today I could clearly see how he achieves this. The lots were not placed in numbered order, but scattered around the premiss as if they were bingo balls. He also uses mind tricks during the auction accompanied by tongue and cheek humour. Selling a Scottish lot he says "Donald where's your trousers"; very old school.

After visiting an antiques warehouse by a garage we discovered an observation point named Hurlestone Tower; 60 metres away there is a medieval Hurl Stone.

Charlie wanted to visit the wild cows, so that's what we did.

The area was creepy, and unfriendly, a glaring Italian man was the focus of much attention before we got to ask only a few limited questions. The tour was via a land drover towing a seated trailer, we had a forty five minute wait so visited a nearby church.

A prayer, God rest in peace our White ancestors, in these mass migration times of disparaging darkness and increasing danger.

Then we returned to the wild cow information hut, I purchased a supporters badge.

Our tour guide towed us up a bumpy track, after five minutes we could over wild coos in the field below us; I asked myself "why did I not bring my zoom camera"?

After a dirty bull stomped away visibly upset the herd grazed closer to our group.

I was reluctant to utilise digital zoom snapping this picture because of degradation from pixelation; I also filmed a short video clip.

The tour guide was informative but after five minutes I was wanting to leave; Charlie commented how strange made him feel to pay £10 each to see cows in a field, but he works with cows every other day; and this was the exception, these are wild coos!

We decided to take a peek at Chillingham castle, but the end of the day was nigh, too late to get a decent look around inside.

Yes, despite not being able to see a dentist for years, I've still got most of my teeth, although they ain't that great. I may be disturbed, but I'm certainly no bat shit crazy.

But you can be horrible; I don't mind, because you no longer mean anything to me.

It was a long day and we still had to return to Scotland; Charlie was more interested than I was in the replica cannons, a castle maybe a castle, but a home is a home.