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The yield of sodden grass | The yield of sodden grass

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The cows in the meadow-cum-bogland behind the house broke loose and ran in a chaotic fashion about the road down aways from our blue gates. I watched them from the kitchen window, marvelled at the beastly power on tarmac and at the luck that no cars passed by. It seems the best way to guide wild...