This morning on my commute along the M5, I witnessed a herd of black and white cows crossing an overpass. It was the second time in a week I had seen them, which confirmed I either was or was not crazy—I’m still not quite sure which. They lumbered along with heads hung, embodying the feelings of many a commuter beneath them. The sight was as unexpected as looking up to see Magritte’s bowler-hatted men drifting up through the clouds, and my instinct was to reach for my mobile phone to snap a picture. I thought better of attempting to photograph something while driving 75mph, so you’ll just have to use your imagination.
