Highland Cattle at Nine-Mile Burn

I pass them several times a week on my way back and forth from West Linton. Today, on my way back from the midweek Mass at St Mungo's Church I decided that I'd take a picture.

They stand out there in the rain, in the snow and frost, day in and day out. They don't even seem overjoyed when the weather finally breaks and the sun comes out.

Aye, right! This is Scotland. It won't last. It never does.

As long as they get their breakfast they just keep plodding along.