On my last visit to the almshouses, I came home this way and found these British White Cattle grazing on the field.
One of them started bellowing loudly, raising its head to the sky. They were quite a way off from me so I decided to ignore it, thinking that I would reach the muddy footpath before it reached me.
It may well have just been giving me a greeting. And all was well.
Hey, thank you. Dione, and yes, I think running is a red rag to a bull - or to a Highland White Cattle!
I think you are probably right!
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