So nothing was said that might have messed with the defence of the cobalt in the troughs?
And the valuable, highly strung derby thorougjbreds hanging out amongst his dairy cows, contained by most unsuitable single electic wire fences, rolling in cow pats, risking colic as they gorged on lush annual rye grass pasture, braving whatever the elements threw at them despite being accustomed to the luxury of a cosy stable, and having their elegant silken tails chewed by curious bovines as they napped on sunny afternoons ....
THAT farm manager Robert? ....