Off we went, quite unexpectedly on saturday evening, to see a man about a beard. My wife, who’s an artist, is doing a mural and needed a model for a ‘High-King’ character. A friend knew a farmer who fitted the long-bearded bill, so off we traipsed through endless lovely fields in the depths of Meath, somewhere off the Trim road. We eventually found him, but not before passing some very shy sheep and nosey cattle. It was very entertaining – the cows trotted in a big circle around us, creeping in close when they got behind our backs, and then bumping into each other in the scramble to escape when we turned to face them.