13 December 2011 FRANKABOROUGH FARM Tuesday

A rainy drive to Okehampton, only to turn back onto the A30 to Launceston and then those infamous farm roads to Broadwoodwidger and Frankaborough Farm.  It is a working Dairy Farm with 4 cottages, ours being Rose cottage.  We were warmly welcomed by the owner, Linda and herded off  to our cosy, comfortable cottage by Jo-Jo and Benny the sheepdogs.
We wasted no time getting cosy.

This was our wake-up view every morning

and then there was snow on the mountains

6pm is cow milking and calf feeding time, so we donned our farmer Joe gear and presented ourselves at the milking shed. The very enormous cows were quite enjoying their dessert while being mechanically milked without any help from us, so we enjoyed the experience from the outskirts.  Very eagerly we followed the farmer to the calf nursery, where, to our udder (sorry) delight, we found calves that were 1 week old and others that were 3 days old.  My absolute fave is a flaxen coloured boy who I named Frenchie, because he french-kisses anything and everything in search of milk.

 I only found out the next night that he actually is a French breed - I should known with those romantic long lashes of eyes,