Mr bull

We were on a walk with the walking group this morning and the organisers decided to lengthen the original walk they had planned. This involved a further walk through the woods and then we had to skirt around a field to avoid the path of these cows, calves and the bull. The cows thought they were going to get through to the next field so they bounded across to meet us. Not far behind was Mr bull, a fine specimen. We did have a retired farmer with us together with someone who said she used to ride on this breed of bull's back as a child. I was pleased when we closed the gate and were looking at them from the other side.