And the suddenly whe stopped. Outside a farm.... hmmm
Apparently the cows really likes to be hugged and milk better if they are cuddled with. And since I like milk and cows (I like all animals with 2-4 legs) I naturally approved of this concept.
This is me, saying hello to a cow. I'm wearing the latest in farmer-fasion, royal blue overalls matched with Wellington boots in a moss-green nuance. I also got to bottle-feed a one week old calf. That was cosy. But it was a bit scary walking around in the barn with all these huge animals just jogging around freely.
After an hour in the slightly smelly house of cows we played "farmers golf" in a field. Fresh air was needed, and after a while out there we also needed hot chocolate and cheese. Which we got. Perfect.
It got late and even colder and we hesitatingly decided to turn back to civilisation. Maybe farming could be a career to consider?
We spent the evening celebrating J's birthday and sharing our fond memories of the days experiences. When the evening turned into night sleepiness caught up with me, and I talked A into going back to the place where we were staying. Biking home through Groningen in the middle of the night was really refreshing and felt very Dutch.