The day off with HB on Friday was pretty awesome, but the best thing about it can be summarized in two words:
On our drive through East End for dinner on Friday night, HB espied a small herd of about 10 cows milling around on a sandy stretch just west of Penn's Landing. There they were, just browsing on sea oats and getting sand in their hooves. The sight of these beachy bovine sent me into raptures. I couldn't get enough.
There is a new love in my life. No longer are cows milling about the roadways of Tortola enough to satisfy me. I demand more coastal cattle.