What a busy, busy day it was today on farm and in cheese dairy! So busy that I had to reconstitute the day in a flare of multimedia expressive creativeness because I never took a photo of all the events swirling around me. A two pound coin? A pen and ink sketch of a cow foot? Pour quoi??? For why??? Well, I'll tell you for why. We had Cerdin Jones, our brilliant and lovely cow foot trimmer on farm, after the morning milking, to give 23 cows a foot trim. I was busy standing by Cerdin's side, talking serious, insightful farming talk...how everyone uses too many antibiotics in farming now, how undersowing grass leys beneath cereal crops is a very good practice indeed, is there a best cow breed for feet?, how Charolais and Simmental cattle are either lovely or mean (no in-between), how fat molecules adhere to protein molecules in cheesemaking, how we are glad that all we have to moan about is the Welsh uplands rains and not have to worry too much about the rural crime that benights so many other areas of the UK, the magnificence of wise mountain cow sage Evan, what's a good disc to use when angle grinding cow feet, when was the last cause of a three-day hangover in each of our lives (Food & Harmony conference party for me, Belgian beer festival IN BELGIUM for Cerdin...smaller drunk carbon footprint for me [this is an organic farm after all!]), whether bad feet skip generations, and so on and so forth. And because we were so caught-up in these important discussions, I never got a chance to capture the presence of a couple of car and van loads of people from some wonderful customers of ours: Buckinghamshire's No.2 Pound Street. And I grew-up in Buckinghamshire! And my MUM goes to No.2 Pound Street! With her friends! I never got to tell them that I bought some Gubeen from them in 2012! It doesn't all end in tears however, for Cheese Person Tess helped the visitors select a Hafod for their counter and even Cerdin walked away with some Hafod. Trebles all round! And that is the reason why you are looking at a photo of a two pound coin and a drawing of a cow foot, a focused, learned flourish of ink that would make Albrecht Dürer himself weep in crazed wonderment.