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COW GIRL AT HEART – My Love for Bovine Beauties

It’s just dawned on me that cows feature in both Just Say It and The Secret Lives of the Doyenne of Didsbrook.  I grew up on a dairy farm, so maybe that’s the reason?

My main character in Just Say It grows up on a farm with a herd of Dairy Shorthorn cattle, as I did.  Our home-bred bull, Billy, fleetingly features in the storyline.

When I was in my early twenties, one of my closest friends would take over milking her family’s  Friesian herd, when her parents went on holiday.  I would move in and help her, despite both of us holding down full-time jobs. How much help I was, is debatable. Still I was there for her before and after work, with the hosepipe, at least.

Living in the countryside, with these bovines beauties everywhere, must be the reason they frequent my imagination? 🤔Or it could just be that I’m a cow girl at heart.

Dairy Shorthorns roam the lush green pastures in Just Say It!

Arthur applied his entrepreneurial skills to dairy farming. He increased the size of the Silkwoods herd, and built a state-of-the-art milking parlour, as well as modernising all the farm buildings, taking great pride in being the only Yankee dairy farmer in Gloucestershire.


Several cows mooed in the distance. Jim must have finished milking, as the girls were trotting out to the lush, green pastures, surrounding the house.  Relieved their large milk giving udders had been drained of their weight.


‘The prize, pedigree Dairy Shorthorn herd at Silkwoods is one of the largest in the country, and Mr Goldsworthy’s homebred bull, Sir William of Silkwoods, better known as Billy, is a super grand champion. Such is the reputation of the Silkwood Dairy Shorthorns; offers have been flooding in to buy the herd.’

Hundreds of Holstein-Friesan cows roam the Surrey downs in The Secret Lives of the Doyenne of Didsbrook.

Didsbrook has always been a safe place to live in which, I imagine, is the reason why I have no recollection of either of our parents laying down any rules about what we could or couldn’t do, or where we could or couldn’t go.   The reality was that the only other living souls we ever bumped into, were four-legged.   Friesian cows.  Hundreds of them, as Didsbrook’s primary industry, has always been, dairy farming.  It still is but to a lesser degree.

The most frightening encounter my brother and I could have found ourselves in, would have been after wandering into the same field as the Holstein-Friesian bull from Frogs Bottom Farm, known locally as Dave. I remember Daniel and I discussing our plan of action should we ever have a close encounter with Didsbrook’s Divine David. We agreed that, as Dave was enormous and reminded us of a Friesian Sumo wrestler, we were confident we could outsprint him, just like we did with Kevin. Fortunately, our theory never had to be put to the test.

Thank you very much for visiting my niche-less blog! If you have time before you leave, would love you to tell us what you think. All the best, Tessa Barrie

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