Sitting in a thick bed of straw between Grandma Snowflake and Cuddlepuff, all my cares and worries are melting away. Behind me, Crocus, Kerry, and Saffron are quietly chewing some grass, and Baby Cloud is sniffing my discarded rucksack for treats under the watchful eye of her mother, Mrs Cloud. Later, I’ll meet Soft Face and discover how apt her name is. This, dear reader, is the essence of relaxation. This is cow cuddling.