This is the window cow called Thomas that befriended me on my holiday in the valley. Personally the tuft of hair and floppy ears just does it for me- why, if I had a field and a barn, I'd have taken Thomas home with me.
This is Thomas's friend James. He was too shy to peep through the window but by the end of the week I managed to wean a little smile
out of him, if one can make a cow smile that is.
The sandy sea salt dog, I renamed Derick, that decided to play with me. Derick always managed to find the soggy tennis ball, even when it was hidden in a pocket.
Above is one of the loveliest things that followed me. Some say, like my Grandma, that curls are wasted on a man, but it would make running your fingers through his head of hair and then messing it back up again much less fun.
All photos taken by Sarah J Wolfe at Whitby and Scarborough, Yorkshire.