Moo

Another theme from my trip to the UK is: cows. We saw them often as we hiked around the Wye Valley, mostly lazing around chomping, except on one particular afternoon…

As we rounded a clump of trees in a field, they came towards us and stood there, blocking our path.

We weren’t scared, of course. After all, they were just harmless cows.

But they were rather large. I mean, if one of those stepped on you, or pushed you against the barbed wire fence, you’d feel it.

Anyway, I had my man to protect me… until he escaped when I wasn’t looking, going round them while they concentrated their attention on me and D looked on with amusement.

Fearlessly… well not really… I tried to go round the other way, but they moved in that direction and continued to block me.

Somehow, I managed to get through at last.

At the stile, I pushed the gate and squeezed through, my head twisting my neck as I guarded my rucksack. Scared? Me? Of course not!

Although I might stick to Swiss cows in future.